monkeypox

its five thirty am and ive been laying awake all night. cant sleep - im worried. everyone's got problems i know, and mine are no worse than anybody elses. and besides, how boring is it to sit and read thru someones journal when all they do is bitch all the time. yet there is something somewhat calming about the process of siting down and tring to find the words that describe the way your feeling. it also adds a different perspective when you try to describe the situation wich is troubling you. maybe thats why there are so many whiny ass complainers out there. the idea of someone feeling sorry for me is sorta repulsive. i dont feel sorry for myself- i try really hard to create the best possible set of circumstances for my self. as long as i keep trying, i feel its really someting to be proud of infact. its just so frustrating when there are so many things out of your control, wich have such a huge effect on you in such a personal way.

why does being upset always come off so artsy...