down
current:::
tunes: placebo, without you i'm nothing.
munchies: not hungry.
poison: mango iced tea.
attire: black tanktop, dark blue skirt, green flipflops.
strain: if i'll die miserable.
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i don't know what the fûck is wrong with me. i'm just in a really low mood right now. and i feel that i will always be at a low. it's just one of those gut feelings. one of those gut feelings that you can't ignore. i think i'm just down because i've been cooped up in the house for the last...century. i feel like crying right now, and i have no idea why. maybe its just one of thost post menstrual cases. who the fûck knows?
god. i don't understand what brought this random wave of depression. it's really a nail in my eye, you know? don't you ever just become upset out of no where? for no apparent reason? you could be watching VH1 one moment... and then the next you feel like locking yourself in a closet with nothing but darkness and a dagger.
this is the kind of shtick that perplexes me. the actions of the human brain. the hormones and the chemicals...all mix together and form a manically depressed piece of waste. science is a wonderful thing. human emotion is a wonderful thing. i just love it. like a cold sore. it's the fûcking 8th world wonder, no offense kimberly locke.
what the fûck is wrong with me, what the hell am i venting about? is this productive? is this going to make me feel anymore useful...any more needed? is this going to lift my spirits and make me all perky again? yea. yea... i'll just keep telling myself that.
i need to get a life. i say this everyday damned day, and it never means anything. it doesn't mean anything today either. it's just the same situation... a sad, bored, meaningless fifteen year old just bitching about the horrible life she doesn't have. how horrendously cliché.
~the first cut is always the deepest~
yea, i shall flee now, for i am spent.
Colleen
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current:::
tunes: placebo, without you i'm nothing.
munchies: not hungry.
poison: mango iced tea.
attire: black tanktop, dark blue skirt, green flipflops.
strain: if i'll die miserable.
i don't know what the fûck is wrong with me. i'm just in a really low mood right now. and i feel that i will always be at a low. it's just one of those gut feelings. one of those gut feelings that you can't ignore. i think i'm just down because i've been cooped up in the house for the last...century. i feel like crying right now, and i have no idea why. maybe its just one of thost post menstrual cases. who the fûck knows?
god. i don't understand what brought this random wave of depression. it's really a nail in my eye, you know? don't you ever just become upset out of no where? for no apparent reason? you could be watching VH1 one moment... and then the next you feel like locking yourself in a closet with nothing but darkness and a dagger.
this is the kind of shtick that perplexes me. the actions of the human brain. the hormones and the chemicals...all mix together and form a manically depressed piece of waste. science is a wonderful thing. human emotion is a wonderful thing. i just love it. like a cold sore. it's the fûcking 8th world wonder, no offense kimberly locke.
what the fûck is wrong with me, what the hell am i venting about? is this productive? is this going to make me feel anymore useful...any more needed? is this going to lift my spirits and make me all perky again? yea. yea... i'll just keep telling myself that.
i need to get a life. i say this everyday damned day, and it never means anything. it doesn't mean anything today either. it's just the same situation... a sad, bored, meaningless fifteen year old just bitching about the horrible life she doesn't have. how horrendously cliché.
~the first cut is always the deepest~
yea, i shall flee now, for i am spent.
Colleen