I feel so exausted, so drained, that it's hard to know what to do. I've been playing World of Warcraft and watching TV, had a tiny bit of wine, and that seemed like a good enough place to start.
I don't feel like writing. I don't feel like addressing the same audience each night, night after night. I'm sick of being nothing but negative and complaining about the same god damn things over and over again. I must come off as such a fucking whiner. There was a time when positive things made it on to these virtual pages, but it feels like so long ago.
It's the weekend already, and I suppose I don't really only work weekends anymore, as retarded as that is. I'm going to leave a note at work saying I can't work any more weekdays after next week (I'm working next Wed) saying that my school workload is getting too big to not have time to work on stuff and until December I'm going to have to stick to only weekends.
I am a fucking wreck, a god damn fucking mess. I have no idea what's going on with me but it's all gone to hell. I've lost all that was going right in my mind, and I know that no matter what I write here, or what I tell those that care for me, no one would ever understand exactly what I mean.
