Currently in Birmingham, AL visiting my brother. I was planning on writing about my trip thusfar, but the wireless is weird and I can't use my (badger's) laptop yet. And unfortunately, my brother's laptop has the worst fucking keyboard I've ever used. Keys frequently press but don't register, and it's newer too. Just the style. Fuck.

Anywho, if I get my comp worked up I'll start writing, otherwise, another time.

yaaaaayyyy suicide~~~~


crashing insanely hard. matching the high i've been having the past few weeks. not physically hurt, most likely won't be, don't want to make another ER trip this year. besides, they'd legally have to admit me if i did.

fuck.

as an update, things still suck.

strike three, basil.

...yaaaaaayyyy

punishment.

long overdue.

I hate being such a problem.

I don't like being angry. I also don't like people who, knowing how irrational and unstable I am in such a state, insist on having me speak my mind when I'm angry. I like even less people who, after such insistence, get offended and furious when they hear what I have to say.

There's a reason I intentionally use non-verbal cues for people to leave me alone when I feel it's best. Guess I'm just not used to people who don't respond to such tactics.

Ah well, should make this month interesting.

mood: blank

I hate being a pillow.

there's that little piece of impossibility in everyone. that one thing that no matter what you try, say, or do, you just can't manage to get. but, life seems to work out in such a way where you never have to worry too much about it.

seems i've chosen a profession that demands that very thing of me.

fuck.