Alive? Well, in a manner of speaking.
I haven't been here in ages. I know this. There are a few reasons for this. The first is that I've got another blog where I have to post every few days, and I got tired of updating everything. The second is that the quotes get a little annoying to find after a while. The third is that all the dark and depressing stuff that I always used to post here now goes in that other blog, it's just private-locked.
The last is that no one reads this. I know no one reads this -- I never told anyone about this blog, so there's no reason why anyone should read it. When I started this, I reveled in the anonymity. I thought having no one know about this journal would help me feel free to write whatever I wanted, to be completely candid...and that was true.
So there I was, in my own little corner of the web, calling out into the darkness, but no one ever heard. I hadn't thought about how lonely, how small and insignificant that would make me feel.
Anyway, I still don't have much of anything to post here. I've been in an odd mood the past few days. To be honest, my life isn't going all that well. I still don't have a job, after two years living with my mother. The money I had saved up has all trickled away paying student loan bills, bills that will only get worse when April rolls around. I have no way of paying them. I have no job, I have no prospects, and I have no life. Any friends I had have been left behind, and I'm not the kind to easily make more.
So yeah, my life isn't the greatest right now. I can only hope it will get better.
Someday.
"Henry: Yeah, well fooling around with your best friend's sister certainly wasn't your most brilliant idea.
Shawn: No, that was the toaster alarm I invented in the third grade that woke you up by smacking you in the face with a waffle. I think I peaked too soon."
("Psych":"Christmas Joy")
The last is that no one reads this. I know no one reads this -- I never told anyone about this blog, so there's no reason why anyone should read it. When I started this, I reveled in the anonymity. I thought having no one know about this journal would help me feel free to write whatever I wanted, to be completely candid...and that was true.
So there I was, in my own little corner of the web, calling out into the darkness, but no one ever heard. I hadn't thought about how lonely, how small and insignificant that would make me feel.
Anyway, I still don't have much of anything to post here. I've been in an odd mood the past few days. To be honest, my life isn't going all that well. I still don't have a job, after two years living with my mother. The money I had saved up has all trickled away paying student loan bills, bills that will only get worse when April rolls around. I have no way of paying them. I have no job, I have no prospects, and I have no life. Any friends I had have been left behind, and I'm not the kind to easily make more.
So yeah, my life isn't the greatest right now. I can only hope it will get better.
Someday.
"Henry: Yeah, well fooling around with your best friend's sister certainly wasn't your most brilliant idea.
Shawn: No, that was the toaster alarm I invented in the third grade that woke you up by smacking you in the face with a waffle. I think I peaked too soon."
("Psych":"Christmas Joy")