06/14/09

i stood behind a counter today fo 8 hours,
i watched the rest of dewey cox, and it was hilarious.
my job is good, but i feel like i'm in a place where i should fit in but i don't, everyday is still more awkward than it should be.
i may be homeless soon, hopefully not.
i have a new cd out, which is ok. but nothing i would call special, new or innovative.
late night skating is killing me. no room to grow.
no woman can touch me, like she did. no woman probably ever will.
i ate two bambinos, half a burrito, and a slice of pizza today.
my hands and feet feel strange.
i'm growing a hatred for alot of things again.
i'm starting to turn into a ball again.
i'm starting to hate alot of things again.
days feel very long and short, and very repititive
i'd like to know what i'm doing wrong.
i hate getting compliments but no further steps in my endeavors.
i want to call in to work.
i don't want to be there.
i don't want to be anywhere.
i just want to sleep.
i've been having nightmares that are to realistic. i am very afraid of what is around the bend.
i feel like there are only a couple of people i can trust these days,
every one has something going for them.
but i feel like i work the hardest with no results.
i have stopped working.
i havent created in days now.
i should be sleep
instead i am bitching.
i wish it would just hurry up and end.
no one undestands me. or it.