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Apr. 2nd, 2004 02:18 amI hate everything I write.
Everything I do is so pointless. What point is there in going to Target, to Safeway, wasting precious minutes deciding which brand of soda to buy?
I haven't done anything worth talking about in months. Years, maybe.
I'm not good enough. I'm not some skinny punk rock girl who wears too much eyeliner and listens to some crappy emo band. I can post what I want because he says he doesn't read this unless he's bored.
I want a purpose. I feel so directionless. Unmotivated. I'm sitting at this computer right now, instead of doing any kind of homework or you know, sleeping.
But that's all I do anymore anyway. Sleep, eat, go to class/work, eat, sleep.
God, I am so sick of these massive mood swings.
Everything I do is so pointless. What point is there in going to Target, to Safeway, wasting precious minutes deciding which brand of soda to buy?
I haven't done anything worth talking about in months. Years, maybe.
I'm not good enough. I'm not some skinny punk rock girl who wears too much eyeliner and listens to some crappy emo band. I can post what I want because he says he doesn't read this unless he's bored.
I want a purpose. I feel so directionless. Unmotivated. I'm sitting at this computer right now, instead of doing any kind of homework or you know, sleeping.
But that's all I do anymore anyway. Sleep, eat, go to class/work, eat, sleep.
God, I am so sick of these massive mood swings.