Mar. 14th, 2008


Mar. 14th, 2008 07:47 pm
Dear Warren,

You used that phrase again. "I want you to be healthy and happy."

You did it AGAIN.

You son of a BITCH. Seriously. Where was that concern when I was on a prescription drug that stripped me of my emotions and conscience? Where was it when I was depressed, and needed someone to talk to? I had long-distance to Canada and before you moved, I had your phone number, so you knew I wasn't going to abuse it. Why didn't I have your phone number, dude?

Why didn't you care enough about my happiness to realize that I really meant it when I said I felt like you were ignoring me, to start paying attention? Why the hell did you let it get so bad that you convinced me that you didn't give half a shit about me?

There are no words, Warren. There simply are no words.


Now that that's out of my system, real post FTW.

One of the fantastic things about writing is that the explanation for everything that doesn't quite work in reality is that it's not BASED in reality. Human pregnancies don't work as I wrote it, I don't think. But then again, it wasn't a human who was pregnant. It was a Dragon. What do Draconic pregnancies look like?

I have no flippin' clue, since they don't exist. But I bet they wouldn't look like a human pregnancy.

That's me getting away with being a fucking LAZY writer.


I wish I wasn't so damn empathic. One of my coworkers is a very negative person. And when she's in a foul mood, she throws her bad energy all over the fucking place. It really bugs me. I'm not there to deal with her negative emotions, I have enough of those myself. I don't need hers. I'm there to do my work and get paid. Seriously, leave that shit at home. Get a Livejournal to dump it on or something.


My grandfather actually decided to drive back to Florida to bitch at them for losing the title to his car. I can kind of understand where he's coming from; he's practically deaf, he won't make much progress on the phone. But still- he's pushing 90. Part of why he's moving in here is because he should neither live alone NOR DRIVE. And he's driving to fucking Florida. Again.

He's also visiting my aunt Bobbie. Why he wants to do THAT is ENTIRELY beyond me, strung-out bitch she is. You think my history with drugs is shady? Maybe I drink to much? Check this lady out. I'm a fucking saint next to her. Honestly; she was at my graduation and if she's still the same, I wouldn't doubt that I could get junk from her if I wanted it.

Of course, being the rude, uncouth nephew that I am, that diminishes my chances. But all I'd have to do is play into her victim mentality again and the fact that I say "fuck" will be forgotten.

GOD, I wish I wasn't related to that thing.


Mar. 14th, 2008 09:47 pm
I seem to have become a very bad student over the last semester.

I'm just going to have to do what I can over the weekend to get caught up. I might have to sacrifice participation, but I don't want to do that. I'm just so tired; I can't do anymore.

I can't do anymore.

I can't.



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