Tuesday, February 19, 2008
" now are you sure you want a piece of me? ; 7:25 PM "
OH GOD i swear, something's wrong with me.
i've dropped into moderate dysfunction into serious dysfunction.
i don't even know what's going on.
i blame hormones, i blame those putrid bastards in my body.
i've dropped into moderate dysfunction into serious dysfunction.
i don't even know what's going on.
i blame hormones, i blame those putrid bastards in my body.
they're ruining my LIFE!
i've got to stop being so emotional , because obviously it's not benefiting
ANYBODY, except for um, my hormones.
i really shouldnt fucking care about THESE THINGS.
GOD, im stupid im stupid im stupid!
i need a BIG SLAP, i need to open up my eyes and smell the bullshit.
THIS, my friend, isn't going anywhere.
so maya, I SUGGEST you do better things with your sec 3 life.
NOW.
this is amusing . (No, not really) but it is anyhow.
i don't need this trauma, i don't need to be such a fucking drama queen.
this is the problem with theatre, it's influenced my life so much.
so that i seem to keep making small
UNIMPORTANT matters into big shit.
and i'm neglecting the important shit.
OH GOD. oh god oh god oh god.
im in such a panicky state,i just need to write all this down.
i hate myself for what's happened. because it's my fault.
i've been living in fantasy island, a book on my lap with my kit-kat bars.
not to mention my massive weight gain.
OH GOD.
i keeeep saying oh god.
cos, yes, i'm trying to pray myself out of this, though i need to shut up about it as well.
my life isn't going anywhere good, if i don't start up with my work.
because i'm becoming a little shit head.
the leftovers of my so called functioning organs that's been in my skull for the past 15 years or so, is turning to mush.
yes. and i've only got myself to blame.
my fucking fault.
im going to crawl into a hole now.
aaaaaaaaah cheebs la .
hope i get out of this.
i've got to stop being so emotional , because obviously it's not benefiting
ANYBODY, except for um, my hormones.
i really shouldnt fucking care about THESE THINGS.
GOD, im stupid im stupid im stupid!
i need a BIG SLAP, i need to open up my eyes and smell the bullshit.
THIS, my friend, isn't going anywhere.
so maya, I SUGGEST you do better things with your sec 3 life.
NOW.
this is amusing . (No, not really) but it is anyhow.
i don't need this trauma, i don't need to be such a fucking drama queen.
this is the problem with theatre, it's influenced my life so much.
so that i seem to keep making small
UNIMPORTANT matters into big shit.
and i'm neglecting the important shit.
OH GOD. oh god oh god oh god.
im in such a panicky state,i just need to write all this down.
i hate myself for what's happened. because it's my fault.
i've been living in fantasy island, a book on my lap with my kit-kat bars.
not to mention my massive weight gain.
OH GOD.
i keeeep saying oh god.
cos, yes, i'm trying to pray myself out of this, though i need to shut up about it as well.
my life isn't going anywhere good, if i don't start up with my work.
because i'm becoming a little shit head.
the leftovers of my so called functioning organs that's been in my skull for the past 15 years or so, is turning to mush.
yes. and i've only got myself to blame.
my fucking fault.
im going to crawl into a hole now.
aaaaaaaaah cheebs la .
hope i get out of this.