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why does it so hard to track an international package.....every single time its a crapshoot of when its going to arrive. and why do the wonderful musicians in other countries have to have for sale at great prices all the cool gear I want???? my god the steel reserve the people living in the 80s who wanted to buy something from overseas must have had....

Tossed into a weird emotional limbo-chaos state with the girl. I don't think there's anything to worry about, not seriously, anyways, but it would be so nice for things not to be an emotional labyrinth for once. Or maybe just less of one.

I think this is less of an irritation/apathy/rage thing and more of a hearty sigh.

my emotions are driving me daft with the moving process. packing stuff up that has only been unpacked since August is depressing, and in general i'm really fragile. i was out at the grocery store and they were playing "Can't Find My Way Home" by Blind Faith and i nearly broke down in tears right in the middle of everything. i'm so worn out from being on the edge of things, so fucking tired i'm about to go to sleep at 2 in the afternoon because i don't have the energy for anything else.

Sorry man!

I've been on a totally crazy emotional roller coaster over the past few months and I can relate to hearing some song on the radio, no matter how corny or stupid it may be, and nearly losing it.

I think I'm trying to actually change and grow as a person, and it's been painful. I still don't know who the hell I'll be when all is said and done.

gunslinger_burrito wrote:I think I'm trying to actually change and grow as a person, and it's been painful. I still don't know who the hell I'll be when all is said and done.

me, too. it's the uncertainty that's the killer.

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there should be courses in school on "How To Live With A Broken Heart."

If I hear one more TV shitbag say "the desolation of Smaowg" veins are going to start popping out in my neck and forehead...

dubkitty wrote:there should be courses in school on "How To Live With A Broken Heart."

There should be classes in school that teach basic skills that you need to know to survive, period. I would have loved a college prep course, or a dealing with finances course, or even a course about entering the work force and filling out a resume with good skills. At least I know how to write a check.

My fucking car is trying its best to bankrupt me. Had a bunch of work done on it earlier this week, and now it seems like my clutch is failing. Unless I double clutch it grinds into second and puts up a fight going into third. Never buy a VW.

I keep hearing that facebook notification sound, but I'm not getting any notifications.
Sleep deprivation = auditory hallucinations? Buh.

Tried to crash early in hopes of getting a good night's sleep.

Passed out for most of the evening, but did not sleep well, and am now totally fucking exhausted. At not-quite 9 AM.

AWESOME.

I just saw a car drive into a group of school children on my walk home from work. Didn't hit the brakes or anything.
I think the driver was fucked up on something. At least one kid was going on a stretcher.

Fuck.

Bad. Bad bad bad bad bad.

I am in an even worse spot than before, by miles.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck shit fuck fuck

i feel so lost. the people at my new job--assuming the background check gets finihed and i ever get there--think i'm hot shit but i don't even know if i'll be able to be functional once i get there. i'm terrified of the all-new environment...i don't even know how to take care of myself on my own. and i hate the holiday season, which bears for me only bitter reminders of loves had and lost and beautiful times i'll never have again with people who'd now spit on the ground at the mention of my name. i love my kitty, but it's really not the same as having a ppartner i can share dinner with and give carefully selected gifts i know will make her squeal with delight. i guess you sould say i have seasonal affective disorder. or just that i hate being reminded of christmases past, and of the upcoming birthday that brings me one step closer to horrifyingly old and decrepit. i'm terrified of ending up imprisoned in a state home somewhere unable to bend over and tie my shoelaces, utterly alone. if it wsn't for my cat i'd pray with all sincerity to die tonight, right now...that's how little hope and faith i have in the future.

won't someone please talk to me?