This week has not been fun. I somehow got caught up in a stupid high school drama match with someone who I thought was a friend...the type of situation I always thought wouldn't happen to me anymore. And not only that, one of my best friends felt the need to tell me that I was being unreasonable and I got what was coming to me. Of course, I think this was undeserved, but these things make me doubt myself.
I also have been sleeping A LOT. I can't concentrate on this great book I'm reading, (One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, if you're interested) and I'm constantly feeling blue. I'm wondering if I'm just going through a phase, or if it's more serious. I've felt like crap since school started. For the most part I'm fine, but something feels off.
Any suggestions? Please?





Stay tuned! Kreugan and I might team up for Christmas commissions!
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Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. --John Donne
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Fate is just the word you use whenever you don't know who's screwing you over.
I just discovered something quaintly epic.
an Irish grunge band.
Even better, they're actually pretty good.
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Words do my bidding! ....... Sometimes...
I'll be sure to read the poems and review what I haven't yet, just not tonight, I just got off of an awful stretch of drama club work, stage crew is way more work than it used to be.
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Fate is just the word you use whenever you don't know who's screwing you over.
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Words do my bidding! ....... Sometimes...
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Be Who You Are & Say What You Feel Because Those Who Mind Don't Matter and Those Who Matter Dont Mind.
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Fate is just the word you use whenever you don't know who's screwing you over.
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Be Who You Are & Say What You Feel Because Those Who Mind Don't Matter and Those Who Matter Dont Mind.
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The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. All art is quite useless.
- Oscar Wilde, 1854 1900
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The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. All art is quite useless.
- Oscar Wilde, 1854 1900
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