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emothyWHY ISN'T THIS DAY OVER YET ALREADY OMG.
1.30pm to 2.30pm was the longest hour ever in the existence of the history of the WORLD. I spent it in bed dragging up memories better best forgotten, coming up with fic ideas all based around telling my sad life life story, getting more and more upset by the second, and having Street Spirit, my memory-inducing angst anthem playing on repeat the whole time.
I hate today. I just hate it. It never did anything to me and I don't care. On the plus side I've been nicking mp3's from here there and everywhere, but that's normal these days, nothing special or new, so why even mention it.
Huh.
I think I'll take about five books downstairs, because my mood means I won't concentrate on one certain story for longer than five minutes, and sit with my parents, just so I'm not alone. Obviously that last sentence clues you in as to how weird I feel right now. Weird for lack of a better word.
11-7, 11-7, I can't believe that. I feel so awful. So very, very fucking awful. And uncomfortable and digusting and ugly and useless. Fat and lazy. All of the above.
...
turns out i couldn't even do that. ten minutes of being downstairs and my dad's constant assault on me and why i never smile had me in tears. and i'm sure in a while my mum will be up here asking what's wrong. dad reckons if i can't talk to him and mum, then i can't talk to anyone.
guess i can't talk to anyone then.
1.30pm to 2.30pm was the longest hour ever in the existence of the history of the WORLD. I spent it in bed dragging up memories better best forgotten, coming up with fic ideas all based around telling my sad life life story, getting more and more upset by the second, and having Street Spirit, my memory-inducing angst anthem playing on repeat the whole time.
I hate today. I just hate it. It never did anything to me and I don't care. On the plus side I've been nicking mp3's from here there and everywhere, but that's normal these days, nothing special or new, so why even mention it.
Huh.
I think I'll take about five books downstairs, because my mood means I won't concentrate on one certain story for longer than five minutes, and sit with my parents, just so I'm not alone. Obviously that last sentence clues you in as to how weird I feel right now. Weird for lack of a better word.
11-7, 11-7, I can't believe that. I feel so awful. So very, very fucking awful. And uncomfortable and digusting and ugly and useless. Fat and lazy. All of the above.
...
turns out i couldn't even do that. ten minutes of being downstairs and my dad's constant assault on me and why i never smile had me in tears. and i'm sure in a while my mum will be up here asking what's wrong. dad reckons if i can't talk to him and mum, then i can't talk to anyone.
guess i can't talk to anyone then.