Devious Journal Entry
Journal Entry: Mon Nov 6, 2006, 11:21 AM
woooo
What's wrong with me? I must be psycho. Wandering the dim, dusky suburban streets at night, chain-smoking and choking back virulent sobs as I contemplate my inescapable lonliness. Sheesh. Who does that? A depressed, anti-social, isolated, epileptic piece of shit. But at least I don't hate myself anymore.
The sunset-colored leaves tracing manic, shuddering spirals through the air above my lawn are graceful by default, beautiful beacause of the random whimsy of their descent. Today I watch them, and something clicks inside me, and I know, I just KNOW, that things are okay. That I'm not some creepy, deformed voyeur stealing forbidden glances at this lovely, harsh, and complicated world. I'm a part of it, just as much as those stupid orange leaves.
- Mood:
- Listening to: Rocky Raccoon
- Reading: Child of My Heart
- Watching: Six Feet Under
- Playing: hard to get
- Eating: veggies
- Drinking: too much