pumascissors

I can't get my brain to work. I hate my brain. Sometimes I like it. Sometimes a lot. But I hate it now.

It gets sweaty here at night. My head hurts and I feel like I'm missing spring in tennessee. The grass is always greener...

I don't get depressed very often. I just feel especially worthless tonight. My shitlump of a movie is giving me problems. I should've written a fucking novel. And I shouldn't have watched "The Departed". Talk about a bad time to do a mob movie set in Boston. Oh well. I gotta go lay on the floor and wallow in self-pity. byebye