Ready to run a marathon at an absurdly late hour. Augh.
I believe in make believe.
Annoyed with myself for having lost my ATM card AGAIN.
deerrrrrrr yeah sums it up.
Depressed. I feel like a terrible excuse for a human being who has no reason to still be alive.
"You can't take a picture of this...it's already gone."
“But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?”
like i really fucking hate the economy.
Trees and people used to be good friends.
Exhausted... and unmotivated to continue my pursuit of... anything. :zzz:
Was somber, now just angry.
The usual for a Monday morning..... dreading drop-in advising.
Masquerading as a normal person day after day is exhausting.
TypeC: Adventures of an Introvert
every normal man must be tempted, at times,
to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag,
and begin slitting throats.