clothing optional
Sometimes I don't know why I just don't kill myself and end it all at once. I really just do not know. But here I am, still breathing, still sucking up the venom spit at me by those whom I despise.
I gave myself a black eye. I am that dumb. I fell on my bed post in a drowsy drift towards my cat who was about five feet out of my grasp.
My co-worker Carissa treats me like garbage and I still take it, still try and be the bigger person.
I am sick with the flu/cold/depression.....whatever. I could make a little pool of snot for seamonkeys. (Which reminds me that I intended on buying some to just see if there is one pet I do have the power to keep alive.)
I finally recieved an email from this guy I like who still appears to not have any of the same affections for me. Le' sigh.
I got a new poster for my bedroom. It is of Lancelot and Gwenivere. Gwen's handmaidens are assisting her with attaching the crown to her head as Lancelot stares off in the corner merrily. The picture has no story to it, that I know. Nevertheless, I will make one up.
Oh and bye. I'm too tired to talk to you anymore. Now go away before I have to bite you.