All of my time is spent at work or at home. I don't go out. I don't visit people. When I do see my friends, I get depressed. It's like I'm blowing it some how. I go to their house, have dinner, chat in the living room over beer... and all I can think is that they are living better than me. I'd hate to think it's just jealousy. I think it's different. I just hate where I'm at in life. I feel like I'm treading water in a tar pit, sucked down and struggling. Maybe I'll be dug up in 100 million years and put in a museum and be worth something.
I got a lot of things done this week that I've been putting off. Actually got some artwork done, too. I think I need to return to where I was at in 2001. I know I was miserable for different reasons then (thanks journal), but they were pretty superficial compared to the crap going around now. I almost wish I was a religous person at these times. But that's just weakness talking.
YOU CANNOT PETITION THE LORD WITH PRAYER!
ALL HAIL THE AMERICAN NIGHT!
LAND HO!
I got a lot of things done this week that I've been putting off. Actually got some artwork done, too. I think I need to return to where I was at in 2001. I know I was miserable for different reasons then (thanks journal), but they were pretty superficial compared to the crap going around now. I almost wish I was a religous person at these times. But that's just weakness talking.
YOU CANNOT PETITION THE LORD WITH PRAYER!
ALL HAIL THE AMERICAN NIGHT!
LAND HO!
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You can not care and be something other than a blob. I'm sure there are different reasons for people to not care about anything. Your friend being basically psychotic, depression, the way they were brought up. You can't lump everyone into the same category.