Even Newer Shit to Peruse

Ok, welcome to some newer shit. I can't gaurantee that you will enjoy the experience, but it's cathartic all the same.

So, where to begin... life has been prettyhorrid over the last few months. Everyone promises that it will all get better, but I am yet to see the improvements.

I have lost a great deal of friends, or people whom i thought i could rely on. It has been a sad, but learning experience. Which sort of sucks. In fact, it sucks hard. Harder than a vacuum cleaner on warp 9.

I live in my motheres laundry. You an imagine how great that must be. Especially if you know my mother, who has somehow become even more pshycotic than usual. If that was ever possible. She is the most difficult person to live with. Sje now has this theory that i am in fact pregnant. To my best freind. Who is gay. Same as me. She has issues.

So far this outpur has been far less eloquent than what i hoped for. In fact, i sound like a 13 year old twirp. That shits me. I feel that i have lost all knack and wit in not only conversation, but also in written format. This worries me.

I am lonely. I feel more lonely now than i ever have in my life. This saddens me greatly. And this page sucks.

I am annoyyed at my growing egocentricity. I am worried that i immensely pisses off those around me. I would normaly never care about such things, but since the 'accident', when i was asked in th hospital "do you fell anxious and/or paraniod?" these things have been bugging me. I was never paraniod until the the idea was suggested to me. Now i live in constant fear/anxiety whatever, that really, everybody can't stand to even look at me, that they are only there out of pity or habit, or the inability to leave.

People pis ss me off. A hell of a lot lately. In fact, people piss me off so much, that i can now understand how murder wven exists in our 'civilised' society.

I can't wait for it to all feel better. For the longing or the waiting or the lonlienss to subsdide. But it seems all we do is work to fund out meagre existence. We work in the week to fund our 2 nghts of pleasure, in which we seek to procreate/copulate, and to what end? so that we can complete the cycle yet again in 2 days time. it really annoys me that at times, there seems to be so little point to it all.

Eat. Shit. Die

That seems to be it.