First and foremost I'm sitting here extremely pissed off. It's fucking 12:40am and I want to go the fuck home. I should have just fucking walked. FUCKING OATH. I wanted to sleep early... I have to wake the fuck early tomorrow to go to fucking work... I want to take a shower... I feel icky from work today - no wait - YESTERDAY! Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck this... I want to go home... I can't even get into fucking contact with my father. I want to scream... and the more I type about it the harder I hit the keys on the keyboard and the more I get worked up about it.
*breathes*
Besides that... I was sitting and listening to my current favourite song (Jason Mraz - I'm Yours) and looking up at the stars while waiting at Ermington (waiting... always waiting) and I saw a shooting star! That made my night. It made me smile... I felt like it was some sort of sign... for what, I don't know... but something positive. I just thought I'd mention how randomly happy that made me.
Weird... I'm actually updating this... probably because I have nothing better to do. Actually now I find I'm writing everywhere but my diary... weird.
*breathes*
Besides that... I was sitting and listening to my current favourite song (Jason Mraz - I'm Yours) and looking up at the stars while waiting at Ermington (waiting... always waiting) and I saw a shooting star! That made my night. It made me smile... I felt like it was some sort of sign... for what, I don't know... but something positive. I just thought I'd mention how randomly happy that made me.
Weird... I'm actually updating this... probably because I have nothing better to do. Actually now I find I'm writing everywhere but my diary... weird.
let me hear you say the sh*t is... // 0 banana
