Yellow again,
Yeah, there's that fucking 'yellow' shit, that I've been doing lately. It's fucking annoying isn't it? Yeppers it is.
Anywho...ok, who the fuck still says anywho? Me apparently, as if I'm not a huge enough dorkwad. What the fuck was I going to say? Fuck it...
I know I've been depressed a lot lately, partially because of the Erin thing and I geuss to, because we haven't seen a lot of sun around here lately. Seriously, it fucking sucks-and everyone is moody as fuck lately. Myself included, proudly to say...ok, maybe not proud but honest anyway.
Regardless, here's what happened at work on Friday-ok, let's start before really. I fucking threw up three fucking times before work, but was incredibly stupid enough to still go to work-I'm an idiot. Then, as I start my day, a friend that went to the earlier shift comes up to me and starts asking me about the Erin situation. Which, sooner or later I would think would come up-so I start to tell her, almost cry and stop. She has to leave anyway...so she does, I go to the bathroom again thinking I have to throw up, but I don't.
Work is incredibly long and fucking boring-as it usually is. And I go home. I decide to call the friend I was talking to earlier about Erin, and tell her the whole story. Soon after, I start bawling my eyes out. Luckily, I'm at home alone, as BlueBear3 is out with some friends. I can't stop crying as I talk to her, but I do start to feel somewhat better after talking with someone about it. I cry somemore after I hang up the phone...and I'm ok again.
I really actually don't mind crying, my eyes get all dry and shit, and it makes sleeping easier.
So, that's my exciting fucking Friday. Great huh? full of tears and shit...oh yes, and random vomitting. What a pleasant picture, especially if you look at the little logo thingy I did of myself in the corner and picture that thing crying and barfing.
Ugh, anyway-so this weekend was a bit hard for me, but I got a postcard from another SG member, which made me smile
and I wrote her back as well, which also made me smile.
Writing seems to help me lately, and I realize I'm being amajor fucking pushover with this shit, but I can't help it. If you're reading this anyway, you're probably on my friend's list, and as a friend shoudl obsevre that fact that I have a right to vent and shit on this jorunal page.
Fucking eh...I'm swearing a lot again, which generally means I'm in better spirits...
Anywho(there's that word again mother fuckers, get used to it), I'm outta here...
peace out
Yeah, there's that fucking 'yellow' shit, that I've been doing lately. It's fucking annoying isn't it? Yeppers it is.
Anywho...ok, who the fuck still says anywho? Me apparently, as if I'm not a huge enough dorkwad. What the fuck was I going to say? Fuck it...
I know I've been depressed a lot lately, partially because of the Erin thing and I geuss to, because we haven't seen a lot of sun around here lately. Seriously, it fucking sucks-and everyone is moody as fuck lately. Myself included, proudly to say...ok, maybe not proud but honest anyway.
Regardless, here's what happened at work on Friday-ok, let's start before really. I fucking threw up three fucking times before work, but was incredibly stupid enough to still go to work-I'm an idiot. Then, as I start my day, a friend that went to the earlier shift comes up to me and starts asking me about the Erin situation. Which, sooner or later I would think would come up-so I start to tell her, almost cry and stop. She has to leave anyway...so she does, I go to the bathroom again thinking I have to throw up, but I don't.
Work is incredibly long and fucking boring-as it usually is. And I go home. I decide to call the friend I was talking to earlier about Erin, and tell her the whole story. Soon after, I start bawling my eyes out. Luckily, I'm at home alone, as BlueBear3 is out with some friends. I can't stop crying as I talk to her, but I do start to feel somewhat better after talking with someone about it. I cry somemore after I hang up the phone...and I'm ok again.
I really actually don't mind crying, my eyes get all dry and shit, and it makes sleeping easier.
So, that's my exciting fucking Friday. Great huh? full of tears and shit...oh yes, and random vomitting. What a pleasant picture, especially if you look at the little logo thingy I did of myself in the corner and picture that thing crying and barfing.
Ugh, anyway-so this weekend was a bit hard for me, but I got a postcard from another SG member, which made me smile
and I wrote her back as well, which also made me smile.
Writing seems to help me lately, and I realize I'm being amajor fucking pushover with this shit, but I can't help it. If you're reading this anyway, you're probably on my friend's list, and as a friend shoudl obsevre that fact that I have a right to vent and shit on this jorunal page.
Fucking eh...I'm swearing a lot again, which generally means I'm in better spirits...
Anywho(there's that word again mother fuckers, get used to it), I'm outta here...
peace out
lemuria:
BLUE! hahaha like boo. not blue depressed, although im sad youre sad. did i mention how fudging much i loved your letter? and i am in the process of writing back. the drawings are kickass. anywho, and yes i still say that too. i guess were both dorks huh? 
i find writing helps me too and i will send some sunshine your way. 
i find writing helps me too and i will send some sunshine your way.