Powerless

Right now I feel completely powerless. It feels like I can't help anyone.

I want to help cheer you up, but nothing seems to work. And now I have to help the family, so the one thing that I could have done to cheer you up is getting shortened. Hopefully not cancelled entirely.

I hate this feeling. But at least there's only about two more weeks of it.

I'll write again then.

3 more posts...

Old News (?)

This blog (?)

I'm not really sure now. I was sure a couple days ago, but now I'm not. We'll just have to wait and see I guess.

Counting down from four...

Mandatory Post

I have a kind-of chronic fear of manholes. At least the grate-style ones with big open holes.

It's not that I'm afraid of falling through them or anything. I'm just scared that something on my person will fall through the grate and I'll lose it in the sewers. Ipod, cellphone, house keys, etc etc etc.

My fear hasn't developed to the point where I avoid all manholes in the street. But I still grip everything I'm holding or that's in my pockets really tightly when I walk over them.

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Yeah, I've got nothing better to talk about right now.

It Hit Me Like A Wave

I just can't win. In order to get ahead in my assignments, I sentence an entire weekend to being devoid of fun. But then I end up having all sorts of free time when nobody else does. And then I start doing my homework, and everybody wants to hang out. So I go to have fun instead of what I should be doing. But it's not really fun, because I end up coming out of it with another of those lovely downers...

November 11, 1:58am.

I can't wait to live on my own and just forget about all this shite. I've had more then enough of actions and words I can no longer interpret as friendly. They'll miss using me when I'm no longer here, and knowing that gives me a sick thrill...

A depressing thought. For a day of solemnness. Sorry, that's about the most equivalent post I can conjure up right now.

I've got my poppy. Do you?