Counting all the assholes in the room
Well I'm definitely not alone, well I'm not alone;
You're a liar, you're a cheater, you're a fool,
Well that's just like me...I may have already stupidly promised further activity this month, as I spoke, in such encouraging terms, of becoming "artistic" - my apologies to everybody who had the misfortune to read that terrible piece of poetry/writing I uploaded in December. I'll appease you soon enough...when I can stop looking in the mirror, stop examining my faults and move on already with my life.
So, I've been absent, and writing a journal entry earlier this month does NOT mean I was really here. Writing one thing while both irritated as hell at the world, and suffering under a combination of anxiety, stress, and mood swings certainly isn't a sign of my sanity nor my presence on dA. Apologies, if you thought that I was back, upon reading that last entry.
Depending on how many times I'll skip class, how many excuses my "friends" make to me, and how many insomniatic nights I have during this upcoming semester, I may start polishing and uploading a few things. But to be honest, I've written some dark things lately...things that I'd rather come to terms with and perhaps alter to be less brooding, less violent, less personal. I'm not a fan of sharing my fucking stupid love life with the world. But then again, it's only words on paper, words on a screen, and nobody knows me as anybody on here.
Anyways, just mentioning that I'm back. I was drowning in my hateful arguments, sinking into regrets from the past, but I've reached the surface. It's really fucking awesome to feel like I can breathe. Just had to get rid of that black cloud following me. Of course, now that I've woken my sorry ass up and gotten a grip on reality for the first time this whole month, I've realized that neglecting certain things til now has only caused me several moments of hair-tearing stress, irrational bouts of anger, and shameful paper-bag wearing.
See, there's a cause-and-effect to every problem - in this case, I've brought the problem upon myself in two ways, one by not keeping myself emotionally distant for the first time with somebody new; and two by losing myself to self-pity and sorrow afterwards, rather than looking up at a damn calendar every now and then. The effect? Spring semester is starting Wednesday, and I DIDN'T FUCKING ORDER THE TEXTBOOKS.
Yeah, you have my permission to freak out if you did the same.
Anyways, long story short, I just have to wait until my account processes the check I recently deposited, and then I'll place my order on Amazon. Finally found everything I needed at the lowest possible cost, but still fell off my chair when the total was slightly over $300.
I deserved it anyways. At least the shock/worry/frusteration was enough to get the blood pumping. Aliveness, hurrah.
(note: the music mentioned in the above section, the album by Otherwise - really good, just to let you know
www.amazon.com/True-Love-Never…)