Argh. Cabin Fever.
No, I'm not particularly happy about this. I'm changing the way I write here on the lj, cause the whole memoirs thing is a bust especially if the memory of certain things become tainted. Maybe I'll continue doing it some other time, when things are a lot more shiny. When life is actually worth writing about.
Dependency is an ugly, ugly thing.
I justwanna break something, bones are an option. I nearly slammed my keyboard on the wall. (Oooh.... geek on a rampage. Very intimidating, Rene.) Being sober is a really fucked up thing.
I wanna grow old, mom. I wanna stop the world from turning just a little bit so I could just catch up.
I just saw the future, and it's bleak, and it's dark, and it's going to consume me as the rest of the people around me are stripped away of any familiarity. Why am I still here? Left behind. Left behind. Left behind.
Existentialism is cold. It's also not very realistic. Maybe I'm just too weak to will myself into essence. Maybe.
Argh.
Dependency is an ugly, ugly thing.
I justwanna break something, bones are an option. I nearly slammed my keyboard on the wall. (Oooh.... geek on a rampage. Very intimidating, Rene.) Being sober is a really fucked up thing.
I wanna grow old, mom. I wanna stop the world from turning just a little bit so I could just catch up.
I just saw the future, and it's bleak, and it's dark, and it's going to consume me as the rest of the people around me are stripped away of any familiarity. Why am I still here? Left behind. Left behind. Left behind.
Existentialism is cold. It's also not very realistic. Maybe I'm just too weak to will myself into essence. Maybe.
Argh.