ugh.
mom then said that she was pretty sure it was a combination of working everyday, the sleeping patterns i have, and the fact that i'm faced with a tough situation as far as the rest of my life is concerned. yes. i'm feeling somewhat stilted and...damn, i hate life.
i don't like the fact that, inevitably, the thought comes at least once a day that 'hell, it wouldn't be *that* bad' if i decided to go ahead and kill myself. but it wouldn't come to that. of course, if i feel this low for much longer, i'll retract that statement. and i've considered a couple times taking up a drug habit.
maeve would kick my ass.
i love maeve. she's part of the reason i'm not a coke-snorting slut. that, and i have morals. yes, morals. and the next person to bitch about my morals and how i'm too conservative and not loose enough and whatnot is gonna feel my wrath. big time. i'm in the mood for a good smiting. mwahaha.
there is junk in my cup. not *junk* as in heroin or any other drug reference that can be drawn from that. but...like...weird flaky stuff. in my water. in my cup. i swear, no glass in this house is truly clean. iiiick. but i'll keep on drinking it, because i'm thirsty and need mah h-2-oh. yeah.
i have trouble writing with music on. like i had ani on, 'marrow', and was getting distracted. and i'm just easily bothered today. so i had to turn it off. *yawns*
i need to go to sleep.