Back in LA and feeling very alone
Well, I'm feeling depressed, miserable, and emo. So I figure that must mean it's time to dust off the old Livejournal. Does anyone still pay attention to this website? If so, let me know so I'll know not to actually write anything personal here.
I figure I can put all the sad/depressing/suicidal thoughts I have here, since nobody in the real world wants to listen to them at the moment. Not that I'd want to subject anyone to them: I've been alienating people a lot lately because I'm so unhappy. But that's what living in LA does to people.
So before we begin this sojourn into my miserable fucking existence, I'll give everyone a chance to take me off their friends list before I get too comfortable with the few people that might actually read this.
However, I'm very glad that I spent a chunk of my very small food budget on a bottle of brandy. Because now I can get to sleep at a semi reasonable hour rather than staying up all night hoping that a certain someone will call me and tell me that everything is going to be alright.
Now that I've downed a double, I'll race you to sleep. Ready, set, GO!
I figure I can put all the sad/depressing/suicidal thoughts I have here, since nobody in the real world wants to listen to them at the moment. Not that I'd want to subject anyone to them: I've been alienating people a lot lately because I'm so unhappy. But that's what living in LA does to people.
So before we begin this sojourn into my miserable fucking existence, I'll give everyone a chance to take me off their friends list before I get too comfortable with the few people that might actually read this.
However, I'm very glad that I spent a chunk of my very small food budget on a bottle of brandy. Because now I can get to sleep at a semi reasonable hour rather than staying up all night hoping that a certain someone will call me and tell me that everything is going to be alright.
Now that I've downed a double, I'll race you to sleep. Ready, set, GO!