||[Nov. 28th, 2007|04:40 pm]
|[||current state of overwhelming misery
Just to clear things up, I think my hatred of Mr. Kyle G has actually surpassed my hatred for Ashley Morgan. I think they should be put in a room together where they are both denied of drugs and alcohol. Along with some other people that I don't really HATE but strongly dislike to the point where them being deprived of the only resources they ever take in would be gone.
I don't know if he compared ME to a taco per se. But something about love being like a taco. Once it's there, it's gone, and then you eat another taco. I'M NOT A FUCKING TACO! I HATE TACOS!! At least compare me to a pizza. Or a latte. A fucking taco??!! I know, I need to get over myself. LoL. I could only hope to have once been a taco.
Hmm...Chris is cool though. It just sucks to think about the future and know that in 5 years from now things may or may not work out.
Who knows what I want when I'm older? Nothing pisses me off then when I'm talking to my shrink or my mom and they say something retarded like "you're not getting any younger". That pisses me off. Almost as much as the time when my shrink was like "Have you ever thought about quitting pot and not spending your weekends getting 'shitfaced'?" Yes, because I'm going to wake up one morning and say "hmm...let me quit all my vices". There was a time when I loved going to therapy, now it's become a chore. I've cut off psychiatric and by working all the time I'm hoping to cut out psychoanalysis too.
I don't cut myself. I quit doing drugs. I don't fuck the first guy that smiles at me. I don't have mood swings. Everything the therapist says goes in one ear and out the other. So Fuck it. I'm just not going to go anymore.
Plus, I like working 2 jobs. It distracts me.