Almost 5 months now and not a day goes by that I don’t tell myself that I hate my life.

In 2 days… it would have been 2 years. God damn him.

I wrote him a 3 page letter that I will probably never show him. While it really depressed me, there was a small part of me that felt a little better. Now to only have the guts to let him read it.

What is the point of love.

sometimes I feel too old to be here.

Why does everything have to remind me of my life. Even dumb TV shows.

Why can’t I practice what I preach?

I keep losing my chocolate… First I opened a little package of Sixlets. Then I lost it somewhere. Then I opened a new one and surfed the web for a bit, and lost that one too. I haven’t moved from this spot for 30 minutes and I had them while I was sitting here… There is a ghost in my apartment stealing my s Sixlets!!!

Had a good time with some friends today.

I wish I could just forget.

I don’t know how to deal with my life. I really hate Friday nights.

When does this get better?

Why why why do I keep looking for the things that just keep upsetting me.

Another long day at work. And on purpose. I didnt want to come home because I knew there would be nothing here. I know its Friday night, but all my friends are busy and I have a hard tiime. And like I predicted, the further the week went on, the more depressed I got. It seems like the start of the week was great and it slowly just went down…[Read more]