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Wednesday, July 06, 2005
 
lathargic
I'm really fucked up right now...about a lot of stuff.
Nothing seems to be as willing as it was in the past to fade away, or maybe I just made myself think that it got better sooner than it did.

I'm all screwed up about our freindly new produce boy. I can't stand the thought of my mother or anything that her laywer wants me to do. I'm pissed that the car is gone and that with it so much more. I want to die so badly because I'm such a waste of space.
I can't stand pictures of me, It forces me to see everything that wrong with me. Honestly I don't look at myself, ever. Not in the mirror as I brush my teeth, not as I fix my hair. Nothing. THrough years of careful training I never actually look at myself. Why? Because if I do it hits me again as to how horribly ugly I am. I don't give a shit what you say, we obviously don't agree.
I find myself watching those secret deoderant ads, looking that the animated girls waist's and actually beleiving thats what it is to be normal, that is what I should strive for.

The only reason I don't carve myself up now if for fear of being yelled at.
I hate being yelled at.
Or even scolded.
but we all know this.

I want to be happy again. But that requires not over sleeping all the time, which is the only way I get away from all of this, only to land somewhere that can be tremendously worse.
I don't know what to do.

I feel so alone.
I want to go driving, listening to your music in the car. But we can't now. How did I invest so much in a vehical?
Comments:
The car was box for a thousand memories, a million experiances, and all the pretty yet fucked up things we've done.
It's not what it was it's what we did to it.
But they didn't run off with the memories, with the experiances. I've still got all of thoes.
Just ask and i'll tell.
 
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