I had..bascally the worst night out..of mylife..tonight


and I cant even tel you why


I guess alcohol relaly is a adepressant.


A culmintion of things i suppopse..that'//s what it is.


Observations, relatizations, things being said..things being not said.

But it all comes down to that one simple fact..

And I hate myself in so many ways for that

Ugh

my head is pounidng

it's not even 1am

and i've been crying on and off at bars sicne..for a long time.

sometimes i just really ahte me..

i feel like in the mornign..people jiusst won't understand...

i really wish they coud...i relaly wish that they could see how i see..see what i see..feel what i feel..for just one day..for just one minute..then maybe they would understand..

Current Mood: apathetic

I wrote almost 5000 words in four hours this morning.

That's STUPID.

Current Mood: exhausted

[mood] bouncy

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I was tidying up my inbox this morning..

and this is how many emails I deleted.

Trash Can is emptied every 1 day(s). Messages in your trash do not count towards your account limit.

7 Pages, 666 Message(s), 35 Unread


Coincidence?

...I think not.

;)

Current Mood: procrastinating

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Why must I always be such a fuckup?

My new mission in life is to figure that out.

Current Mood: disappointed

New journal..new start on LJ

We'll see how this goes :)

P.S. This is Erin if you hadn't figured it out already :)