::2-17-03, 1:59 PM::
Why is it that people tend to make things over complex. Its like people talk to me, just to complicate my life.
i just had a 20 min conversation, because a girl didnt understand what i meant in the following statement:
girl: ok, im gonna go watch tv now
me: good luck
She could not get over the fact that i used the words "good luck" in an odd context. she just didnt understand the conversation anymore, as if it was all fine, untill that point, where i just began yelling belligerently in german at her.
My point being made, it was a simple statement, that in her misunderstanding, drug out another conversation for 20 min.
god damn it... and some Japanese rap just came on the j-pop audio stream. my day continues the trail.
::2-17-03, 10:56 AM::
Ever have one of those days you feel youd rather not exist? i currently find myself smack dab in the middle of said days.
Its the realization that even being asleep isnt good enough, and even though i hate my life, and yours even more, i cant harbor the thought of suicide. besides, death is to morbid. God, i really dont want to be here right now. i dont want to be anywhere. im not going to get anything done today at work, so i might as well go home. my room is a mess, because i attempted cleaning the other night, so now shit is spread all over my floor, which happens to be my bed. This is the very reason last night, i slept in my living room.
Not even typing helps me feel better. i tried drawing, but i cant seem to get anything on paper to look right today.
Fanzi told me there'd be days like these, but i didnt believe him...
-Demo
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