257 Weeks

You could be waiting for a day that won't come
Monday, December 12, 2005
Shadowland
That's where I feel like I am right now. I feel natious too, but that's for a different reason. I'm so sick of this state that entraps me. I'm so tired of all of it. And I have nowhere to go, no one to turn to, that will change it. Am I to just sit here and wallow in my problems? I guess I really don't have a choice. I'm sure I can find something to occupy my thoughts for a while: My room needs to be cleaned up, dishes need to be washed, essay needs to be finished, and if all of that fails I have alcohol. Maybe I'll drink and clean, then hopefully I'll pass out in the middle of the floor not to remember a thing. That'd be nice.

martini kisses
posted by Fucking Bingo @ 8:17 PM  
2 Comments:
  • At 10:03 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    sounds like someone is becoming an alcoholic ... tisk tisk ... <3

     
  • At 10:24 PM, Blogger Fucking Bingo said…

    i wish, then that would explain my random bouts of *gulp* depression.

     
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