Wish I was somewhere else, and that time stood still when I got to wherever I was going. So, partially content? Think so.
Doing dishes to try to beat this panic attack.
In the absence of Klonopin, wine and mindless activity usually bring me back.
Please wish me luck.
Edit: That didn't last long. Wine kicking in, back in front of the lappy. Wish I was at a dive club hearing a band I've never seen before, but that sounds like early Cure.
Really anxious and worried and feeling stuck and I probably have to do something that may very well completely destroy my relationship with my parents.
“You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.” -Nietzsche
I feel like I have a smart ass comment for everything and almost don't care if anyone loves or hates it...
I got into the catnip1!1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111!!111!!!!11
Dreams are best served manifest and tangible.
INFP, 6w7, IEI
I accept no responsibility, what so ever, for the fact that I exist; I do, however, accept full responsibility for what I do while I exist.
anxiety about my birthday...even though I've accomplished a lot this year...
I still don't feel "good" enough. realized this last night
whatever the f*ck that means.
and sick of Ni and Fe and all that shit too...
i've been a bad, bad girl.
every normal man must be tempted, at times,
to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag,
and begin slitting throats.
I was trying to fall asleep, but a terrible feeling came over me. I'm worried about someone, very, very worried.
All I can do is wait until tomorrow and make use of what opportunities present themselves. I hope it isn't too late by then.
[ Ni > Ti > Fe > Fi > Ne > Te > Si > Se ][ 4w5 sp/sx ][ RLOAI ][ IEI-Ni ]
I'm want to sleep, but can't.
With dreamers, pure and simple, the imagination remains a vaguely sketched inner affair. It is not embodied in any aesthetic or practical invention. Reverie is the equivalent of weak desires. Dreamers are the aboulics of the creative imagination.
I'm feeling the feeling of a new day.
Your kisses, sweeter than honey. But guess what, so is my money.
I'm feeling lost.