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Sep. 12th, 2008 01:20 amHey, um, is there anyone who can't make it to NYAF but wants to go? I might be able to help with respect to reg and lodging. Let me know ASAP, okay? ^_^
Sep. 12th, 2008
Snap, crackle, pop.
Sep. 12th, 2008 06:51 pmWent my brain before it started to leak from my ears this afternoon.
I've been at this job a week and I've already lost it. I BROKE. I've stayed past my scheduled time every day but one. I can't do anything I want to on my own, and the things I thought I could do, I wind up not being able to do because I don't know enough. This shit isn't worth eight dollars, but I'm stuck.
So very stuck.
I was supposed to go out with Seto (and a bunch of other people) for his birthday tonight, but I'm so tired -- physically, mentally, even emotionally now -- that I want to do nothing more than sleep for the next five years.
Desiree asked me what I majored in in school. "Sleep," I said, very seriously, without looking at her. Later in the conversation I mentioned how I wanted "to get out of here. I don't wanna be here." She said I'd stay. "You're right. I will. I'm complacent." "What?" "I've got no ambition. I'm pathetic." "...Are you crying again?" "Yes."
I'm so LAME, you guys. SO LAME. And there's nothing I can do. I'm STUCK. I feel like I'm about to lose myself again, and I really don't want to. I don't want to scare anyone, I don't want to scare myself. I'm scared of doing that again. At the same time, if it happens, I probably deserve it for whatever reason.
Help me. Please, help me.
I've been at this job a week and I've already lost it. I BROKE. I've stayed past my scheduled time every day but one. I can't do anything I want to on my own, and the things I thought I could do, I wind up not being able to do because I don't know enough. This shit isn't worth eight dollars, but I'm stuck.
So very stuck.
I was supposed to go out with Seto (and a bunch of other people) for his birthday tonight, but I'm so tired -- physically, mentally, even emotionally now -- that I want to do nothing more than sleep for the next five years.
Desiree asked me what I majored in in school. "Sleep," I said, very seriously, without looking at her. Later in the conversation I mentioned how I wanted "to get out of here. I don't wanna be here." She said I'd stay. "You're right. I will. I'm complacent." "What?" "I've got no ambition. I'm pathetic." "...Are you crying again?" "Yes."
I'm so LAME, you guys. SO LAME. And there's nothing I can do. I'm STUCK. I feel like I'm about to lose myself again, and I really don't want to. I don't want to scare anyone, I don't want to scare myself. I'm scared of doing that again. At the same time, if it happens, I probably deserve it for whatever reason.
Help me. Please, help me.