2019 22 April :: 2.28 pm
:: Mood: content
It somehow managed to get better, in spite of hardship and tragedy and my bumbling incompetence.
How rude of me, I forgot to ask how you guys are doing; how are you guys doing? All is well, I hope.
4 Disagreed |
2018 4 June :: 12.31 pm
Another thing - this journal is now more than 15 years old.
Think about all the asinine shit I've posted and deleted over the years, and live by the example I've set and subsequently covered up - don't do drugs, stay in school if you're pursuing something worth your time, don't start fights, and on occasion, suffer an idiot.
2018 4 June :: 12.16 pm
:: Mood: determined
:: Music: Cro-mags - Hard Times
Well, I certainly fucked up.
Not exactly doing stellar in tech school, haven't had steady work since the old office booted me (one full year, come the end of the month), and I've been making terrible life decisions and rectifying them in succession since I quit using this old journal. But all in all, it could be worse. Loads of my old friends are in a similar spot, crippled by depression and nagging substance abuse issues (not me, though, who'd have thunk it?), so we're all playing our separate dirges for ourselves as the ship goes down.
However, as of late I've taken a more positive attitude towards the future (fuck off, don't say anything), and with a heaping pile of luck, this will be the conclusion of a decades-long tempering that will end on a cheerful note.
2018 20 May :: 2.43 am
:: Mood: awake
:: Music: Chelsea Wolfe - Spun
I'm in school for HVAC.
I run a smutty art page on Facebook that is slowly gaining in popularity, and gathering a set of new and quirky internet friends from the four corners of the Earth.
I've doubled my dosage of Prozac, and was considering supplementing it with Buspar, but I've since discovered that skullcap (herb) does the same thing, and costs pennies on the dollar.
And, strangely enough, I've integrated my alter ego into my immediate reality, and it has been a boon to my confidence and has had a positive impact on my interactions with strangers. That chap is far more charming than I ever was.
Oh, and I've entered my thirties.