Close To The Edge
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Ok.It's official. I hate the universe. I'd written an entry so long that the little scroll bar beside the 'new entry' box had changed to the size of a square... and then 'stina logged onto messenger and messaged me as I was trying to post the entry... and messenger crashed the connection, which fried juno, and the long and short of it is that my finally-written long entry got eaten by the Juno Demon. *sighs* I hate the universe. I really, REALLY do. That... was so very a 'last straw' kind of thing. *blinks* Yes, the edge is that close, today. No sleep, but damned tired, so tired I'm nearly hallucinating, so tired I can't see straight. No drugs, but aching hurting throbbing pulsing knife-cut pain that won't go away. No money, but enough bills to frighten me. No boys. No one here. None of mine. Nothing here, for me. N-O-T-H-I-N-G. Now tell me again, why the FUCK should I stick around?
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