ghanimasun (
ghanimasun) wrote2006-03-20 11:11 am
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my job is so boringly boring. although its not quite half way over and i've already done a bunch of stuff online. i have to pick up the pace on my work a little though cos i slacked off already so much today!
the weekend was alright. got really drunk on saturday night. was the first time i've socialized with anyone other than travis lately though, so that was good for me at least.
and hey i actually talked to people on the phone this weekend. i am proud of myself for that, as usually i have been slacking it and pushing off talkign to anyone lately. i'm just so out of touch with myself that when i try to talk to other people about my life i realize how out of touch i am and it bothers me. so i guess avoiding talking to other people was a way for me to avoid thinking about how unhappy and dissatisfied i am with my own life.
i am without direction.
the only direction i have in me now is to go back east. to be near people i love. i'm too young to be away from my family and friends. i have so many strange, intense feelings about this. i dont know how to go into it though.
i wish i was a better writer. i hate the way i write....but then again, i hate writing, so i guess it doesnt really matter.
the weekend was alright. got really drunk on saturday night. was the first time i've socialized with anyone other than travis lately though, so that was good for me at least.
and hey i actually talked to people on the phone this weekend. i am proud of myself for that, as usually i have been slacking it and pushing off talkign to anyone lately. i'm just so out of touch with myself that when i try to talk to other people about my life i realize how out of touch i am and it bothers me. so i guess avoiding talking to other people was a way for me to avoid thinking about how unhappy and dissatisfied i am with my own life.
i am without direction.
the only direction i have in me now is to go back east. to be near people i love. i'm too young to be away from my family and friends. i have so many strange, intense feelings about this. i dont know how to go into it though.
i wish i was a better writer. i hate the way i write....but then again, i hate writing, so i guess it doesnt really matter.
