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Current mood: cynical
Category: Life Does anyone mind that I'm a cynic?
I'm sorry if sometimes I am overly blunt, or get upset with you because of my cynical attitude.
I have been very cynical the past few days.
Nikki told me that her brother was going to propose to his girlfriend today, and instead of saying congratulations or something... I went off on how the odds of my sister's brother proposing to his girlfriend today are 0.
Obviously my sister's brother would be me... and seeing as I have no girlfriend, I have absolutely no chance of proposing too her.
Well, on top of that, I'm very angry today...
I'm not sure why, I'm just mad.
I just want something to go right.
So... I had plans to get up around 9 this morning... (like every other morning), but typical to myself, I didn't wake up until some time after noon. Today it was about 3.
I want to get up and do something with my day...
But there's nothing to do with my day...
My time is probably better spent sleeping.
I mean, if I'm going to waste my life away, I guess the less conscious I am the less guilt I'll feel...
Seems decently logical...
...And yet completely f***ing retarded...
I guess maybe I'm mad at myself for wasting all my time...
But what am I going to do with it???
I almost dread my days off work....
There's nothing to do but go to work and hang out.
You know what...
If this is living... then somebody please tell me I can shoot myself...
Cause this fucking sucks.
(... funny that I typed that without even noticing what I was saying.....)
I don't care anymore...
If these are the "best years of my life" just imagine what I have to look forward to...
Someone please tell me that this isn't living...
I so want to die right now it's... (well, I'd say it's not funny, but I guess dying wouldn't be funny anyway)
But seriously...
If I died....
Who would be there?
I mean Austin and Mrs. Webb are on mission trips for another 2 weeks....
I don't know how my friends in Jacksonville would ever even find out that I was dead...
I mean the only people there would be family... and people around here who noticed that I stopped showing up for things, and knew where they could find out where I was or what happened to me...
And heck... would they even notice I was gone before the funeral had actually taken place???
you know the saddest thing about this...
The next time I see someone who has read this...
I'll "be" just fine....
Oh so fucking fine...
You know what...
I don't know why... but shit is my favorite curse word...
I mean I hardly ever use them... and if I do, it's almost never out loud... but I really like the word shit...
I don't know why....
...Anybody mind taking me out and getting me really drunk or really high to find out what's really wrong with me?
What is it in life...
What point is it when you reach the point that you have nothing to live for?
I'm sure I'm still alive for something ...
And I sure hope to God that it's not a subconscious hope that things will get better...
You know what makes it worse...
It's a conscious hope that I don't believe in, but I force anyway...
Why do I force myself to live...?
| Currently listening : The Question By Emery Release date: By 02 August, 2005 |
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