brainlessbear

I don't know what the hell I'm doing anymore. There must be a point but right now I can't see it. Mhy must it always be this way? Nothing is ever what it seems. Everything is all so fucked. I'm sick. I'm tired. I have to work eight days straight this week. suck. I've nothing to do with myself anymore. Nothing to show for what I've done. I have no accomplichmenst. Tired. Worn. I feel old. I hate it.

I bought Plan 9 From Outer Space. It makes me feel smart, and like I could be a rather decent director. Ed Wood is god, but his movies really did suck. I love them to bits.

Ive had an overload of candy and soda. Caffiene and sugar, oh yes. That's all I need to live. I should probably take more care of myself. whatever.

I need someone. I really do.



~DuSt