Question of the day:

Who is this guy?

It seems people are more in tune with my personal situations by reading the diaries of others.

If that’s what you gotta do, I guess.

You understand that there’s somewhat of a reason you’ll find it elsewhere than on here. But if it’s going to be available to the public, then I’ll go ahead and talk for myself.

Becky and I have “broken up” though I was never under the impression we were “together.” We are still friends, which is what I wanted all along and am still pleased to be so. I honestly like the girl. I don’t think I could ask much more of her to give me. But you know me…. impossible to please. Solid as a rock with my emotions towards 90% of the population.

As far as I’m concerned everything’s OK. We’ll see how long that lasts.

Random conversation with Trish. I don’t get it, I don’t question it, I just go along with it.

I am sick with the flu, my manager’s trying to use up some vacation days (most likely at home) and so far putting no effort towards coming in and helping me. So what happens? I work. I work under stressful conditions, for minimum pay, dealing with customers…. with a fucking flu. And there’s no way out of it.

Tell me this is not right. Tell me I’m not insane for feeling put upon. Tell me I have good reason for this brewing nervous breakdown… because it’s coming.

Happy Pencil

Must go dark. Patience is a virtue if you don’t connect fast. Deal.

Wander and wonder.

Alright, so I spoke too soon.

Things are really having an affect on me. But nothing good, I’m sorry to report.

Work. Work is really bringing me down and everything is following suit. Things are not what I want them to be. Everything’s confusing, everything’s chaotic (at least in my mind, anyway).

I need a big, big break. The trash is piling up again around me. My clothes are in dire need of cleaning as is my body… as is my mind.

Things have got to change. Something’s gotta break. I seem to have grown a lot more conscious with the things around me and realizing that I am not where I should be.

But what to do? What to do….

Yes mother, I will admit to, and classify this as depression. I just want to sleep. Someone please help me get out of here and move into a place I can call my own.

I have a feeling things would brighten up a bit, then.