SSDD. There's so very little different. Except that this isn't angst. It's depression. I want to go out, and be with people, and talk, and not worry about the fact that i'm out f here, tomorrow. That i'm not going to have a computer, for a while, or a way to get online. Or to school. I want that to not be TRUE, first off... Then i want to not have to focus on it. A Job, would be nice.
I'm not going to be able to talk to certain friends and family. I won't be able to work on any of my stories. I won't be posting much, here. Shit Is Sucking... My brain is wanting to implode,a nd i want to scream, oh so very loudly... Seeing as that would wake up the neighbors, and the roomates, have a string of obscenities, followed by gibberish:
FUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUU UUUUUU UUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUU UUUUUUUU UUUUUU UUUUU UUUUU UUUUUUU UUUUUUCK!!!! Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck. 04y5taqw eTQW4e5r45 $ 593 44w0($ %i43@ #A%I 405a iasdr ta43 %*(#_ AS^ B)# 4tra.
And i'm done. I want to be able to deal with the pressure, so i put more and more on myself, and allow myself to get more and more, so my tolerances will be higher, but i never seem to get the old levels, after i raise my tolerances. All i get is upped antes. Somebody's gotta fold, here. And i'm affraid it's going to be me...
Burning Towers, in My Mind.
Dream.
I'm not going to be able to talk to certain friends and family. I won't be able to work on any of my stories. I won't be posting much, here. Shit Is Sucking... My brain is wanting to implode,a nd i want to scream, oh so very loudly... Seeing as that would wake up the neighbors, and the roomates, have a string of obscenities, followed by gibberish:
FUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUU UUUUUU UUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUU UUUUUUUU UUUUUU UUUUU UUUUU UUUUUUU UUUUUUCK!!!! Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck. 04y5taqw eTQW4e5r45 $ 593 44w0($ %i43@ #A%I 405a iasdr ta43 %*(#_ AS^ B)# 4tra.
And i'm done. I want to be able to deal with the pressure, so i put more and more on myself, and allow myself to get more and more, so my tolerances will be higher, but i never seem to get the old levels, after i raise my tolerances. All i get is upped antes. Somebody's gotta fold, here. And i'm affraid it's going to be me...
Burning Towers, in My Mind.
Dream.
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Date: 2002-08-04 07:43 am (UTC)In Soviet Russia, Cigarettes purge YOU!
-The Devin