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Life is Beautiful. Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise.
I've spent the past three days absent from school, from work, from the internet, from society, and the only recognition I got was from dear Danial Velasquez who was worried about his parody rough draft that is still in my decrepit possession. Nobody else seemed to notice . .
Life is wonderful, isn't it? How brutal and obvious it can be. How lovely it is. How great my life is! So many no one's called for me, cared for me, expressed concern.
The only people I've seen outside my immediate family these past three days are James and some strange Chinese cashier lady at China Sky. I've laid in bed in disgusting fatigue, I've slaved on a couch pathetically playing Tomb Raider to keep sane, and nobody called but James. The only 'How are you?' I received was either from my mom during her cursory 9 AM check if she should call me in to school or from james, who was so sweet and bought me a get well card and a stuffed ducky pillow. I guess I should consider myself lucky to have James.
Or how about pathetic?
I've made no real friends at CA. I've lost all my old "friends" from Piper. I'm a hollow shell with one snail within me, and he's too small to fill me up.
For the first time in a quarter of a fortnight, my nose is stuffed for a reason other than sickness: because I'm crying. Because I feel like shit, and I have a great reason to.
I've wasted away three days, only to find it doesn't matter. I don't matter. Life goes on, eh? . . right . .
So have a great night, all you lovely LJer's, reading your friend's lists. Be glad you have friends who care.
toodles.
I've spent the past three days absent from school, from work, from the internet, from society, and the only recognition I got was from dear Danial Velasquez who was worried about his parody rough draft that is still in my decrepit possession. Nobody else seemed to notice . .
Life is wonderful, isn't it? How brutal and obvious it can be. How lovely it is. How great my life is! So many no one's called for me, cared for me, expressed concern.
The only people I've seen outside my immediate family these past three days are James and some strange Chinese cashier lady at China Sky. I've laid in bed in disgusting fatigue, I've slaved on a couch pathetically playing Tomb Raider to keep sane, and nobody called but James. The only 'How are you?' I received was either from my mom during her cursory 9 AM check if she should call me in to school or from james, who was so sweet and bought me a get well card and a stuffed ducky pillow. I guess I should consider myself lucky to have James.
Or how about pathetic?
I've made no real friends at CA. I've lost all my old "friends" from Piper. I'm a hollow shell with one snail within me, and he's too small to fill me up.
For the first time in a quarter of a fortnight, my nose is stuffed for a reason other than sickness: because I'm crying. Because I feel like shit, and I have a great reason to.
I've wasted away three days, only to find it doesn't matter. I don't matter. Life goes on, eh? . . right . .
So have a great night, all you lovely LJer's, reading your friend's lists. Be glad you have friends who care.
toodles.