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Well, they're making us do our career pathways in school. Funny, almost all of them have to do with communication, and I'm not really that great at communicating with people. My thoughts, my ideas, I can only write them and hope they're understood by someone, anyone.
I've had such a shitty attitude lately. I don't know what's up with me, especially since my life is actually going well. My stepdad is out, my boyfriend loves me immensely, my family is finally rebuilding the bonds we lost in the past six years. What do I have to complain about, other than my lack of employment and motivation? I need a good kick in the ass, but no one wants to give it to me.
Mother calls me a fire breathing ball of rage, but I'm not really angry. I'm just here, and I don't want to be. I don't feel hatred or rage, just a lingering cloud of discontent. |
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Posted by idiotnani on 2008-03-13 09:58:58 | Rating: | Views: 30
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huh
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Posted by wally
on 2008-05-03 12:38:56
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