Excessive

I can't stand this; I can't stand the dread I feel inside me. I don't want to go to work tomorrow, I don't want the seconds to go by, the minutes and the hours. I just want time to stand still, and even then, I don't want to be trapped here anymore. I hate how I feel, and what I look forward to. I hate where I've been and what I've done and what's been done to me. I hate not wanting to close my eyes for fear that I may fall asleep.

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im a moogle okay? get over it

I find days that I have something to look forward to after work go much faster than days I have an empty bed to motivate me. Today I looked forward to seeing Michelle after work, which made it go a bit faster, or at least made me happier and thus made work more tolerable. So as I was saying... the day seemed to go a bit faster than previous days, and Mark was gracious enough to purchase me lunch since I had NOTHING to eat except an applesauce and a pudding... I'll get to that.

i <3 disgaea (still) - 240 hours

this is my linzie

I wish I had something to write. I wish I had something to entertain the readers... but I don't. Each day seems the same, day after day. For the last day or two I've been struggling to come up with any words to fill this box with, and even now I'm just pulling things out of my ass as I go.