Overslept a lot since Sunday. Currently, putting up with a really weird feeling. I don't understand what's happening to me!
*Unless it's depression.*
Right or wrong.. There is always peace of mind after taking out the trash.
The peace of mind suggests I got rid of the right stuff.
Are you not entertained?
Your representative owes you, not his industry only, but his judgment; and he betrays, instead of serving you, if he sacrifices it to your opinion.
- Edmund Burke
Hard to not be aggravated right now.
Yes, but at your expense.
Show me the money.
The east and the west are mine, the north and the south are mine. All seems beautiful to me.
— Walt Whitman
It's definitely a form of entertainment. When I get bored, I just go visit the thread and laugh.
What to write about. Hmmmm.
My Siggy Jam (Thanks to my twinsie bff Maddy)
Growing up I was always the one to clam up and get awkward when people would rip on me.
Now an adolescence worth of hate and insults have built up beyond management inside of me.
For some reason, that seal on my actions seems to have broken to hilarious (IRL), and melodramatic (here) affect.
And the ocean of rage has begun to swell over the banks, or the part of me not willing to stand up for myself has finally died away.
Gonna do some reflecting.
I hate being sick. It's just such a waste of time.
I could've gotten so much stuff done these last couple days snowed in. Instead, I moped about feeling all gross and tired. Bah!