Dec. 20, 2008
ready to set sail
It's so weird how my routine has developed. work-home-work-home-work-event-home. wash rinse repeat. I feel empty kinda. I say I'm over it. I'm not. I feel hurt. I feel empty. I wish I could start over. In a way I suppose I had but it doesn't feel that way. It feels like I started in the middle. People can assume a lot of things about me but most of them will never know. I guess I'm bummed, isolated, and hostile. Who gives an eff.
complexlust at 8:22 p.m.