Excessive

I seem to be having a mental meltdown... ill get back to you as it develops...

So the headphones that I bought awhile ago, and really fell in love with, started to crap out of me a little. Once and awhile the right ear would cut in and out, and I didn't want to just put up with it and make sure the wire didn't get touched because I walked home with them and the wire moved around a lot, so before it got any worse, and 2 days before my warranty was up, I went back to Futureshop this morning and returned them, to much heartbreak.

I got new ones.. but.. I won't want to write anymore.

I went to work today which was horrible to attempt. Waking up this morning was hell... getting ready this morning was hell, making supper this morning was hell... this morning was hell. I also forgot my pills at home so weeee to fucking my brain up; always a good thing.

  i hate this filth

me half a year ago

I was going through some old pictures and I noticed how long my hair was, and how I seemed to have more style back then. I'm very disatisfied with how I look now... I'm going to grow my bangs out again I think... or just.. not be ugly anymore. I think I need new clothes or something...

I've felt so strange lately... for the last two weeks or so I've felt so unbelievable nervous/anxious all the time. I feel nervous sitting here on my living room floor, listening to Bright Eyes, typing on the keyboard. I have that feeling in your stomache you get before you go to the dentists. I can't seem to shake it no matter what I do, no matter where I look for comfort it just seems to keep following me around and it's making me feel very dejected and I feel detatched from reality.

And when I see you, I really see you upside down
But my brain knows better, it picks you up and turns you around
Turns you around, turns you around

If you feel discouraged when there's a lack of color here
Please don't worry lover, it's really bursting at the seams
from absorbing everything the spectrum's A to Z.
(ahh... ahhh...)

This is fact not fiction for the first time in years
All the girls in every girlie magazine can't make me feel any less alone,
I'm reaching for the phone to call at 7:03 and on your machine,
I slur a plea for you to come home.
But I know it's too late, and I should have given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay; given you a reason to stay;
given you a reason to stay

This is fact not fiction for the first time in years