666monkey

ENNUI IS ME

Not so long ago I could just sit down and write and let whatever flow out onto this page, but I just feel so , how to say it... STUCK. I know I should write just to break the seal on the cling-wrap that is holding everything in but it just seems so tight and too difficult to tear through. I will give it more effort, but I am afraid that miscellaneous ramblings about not being able to write or think or know what the fuck is going on with myself is all you will get for a while. What a bunch of whiney crap this is. That is what is up with me these days though. I have no clue what it is all about either. I even started smoking again (just a little). What the fuck is *THAT* about? How did I get to be suddenly unhappy? I am one twisted fuck.

EDITED TO ADD:

I went to Cattra's page and saw that she might be leaving. That royally sux. Her journal gave me the idea of adding myself as my own friend... maybe that's what I need: be my own friend. I haven't been very friendly to myself lately. Ugh.