fuck

fuck my life sometimes. ive joined the club. i didnt think i wnated to.
but maybe i should talk about it...eventually.
one of those days
definition: the days where nothing specific goes wrong but everything goes wrong in your head, where you feel like crap but you don't know why, when you start to cry (rhyme was not intentional) in the middle of a musical practice, and when your friends all seem so distant, even though you know they really aren't. ... or maybe that's just me.

look- i'm completely messed up inside. i admit it.
but the people who don't have the balls to admit it: who live life thinking their perfect. that sux for them that when they turn 40 their whole life will fall to shreds. what i'm wondering is how to survive... being me. it's so hard sometimes!

for all you analysts out there, i challenge you to not analyze. it acutally helps alot. :)

-- well, perhaps this has given me a beter outlook on life. i don't really hate it :)