posted by
purplerabbits at 04:40pm on 03/10/2001 under distressed
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I hate my life. It is perhaps unfortunate to get so drunk on one's birthday that one wakes up with an evil hangover - especially if it's one of those hangovers that fills you with disgust at yourself and makes you look at everything in the unnaturally sober big light. It certainly isn't any fun. But right now I'm surprised to find that I'm not depressed - I'm angry. This is not what life was supposed to be and I'm going to have to change that.
I am not, however, going to 'burn every word and letter and card that I ever wrote'. There is such a thing as taking lyrics too seriously...
I'm gonna change my colours / cancel my things / stop my squawking / grow some wings
I am not, however, going to 'burn every word and letter and card that I ever wrote'. There is such a thing as taking lyrics too seriously...
Hugs
Thing to do is - don't rush, but don't lose the urgency either. Come tonight/tomorrow/weekend, sit down, evaluate and try to find a plan of action.
Thats what I'm grasping for atm. *hugs* again
Re: Hugs
Don't worry, though, I've calmed down enough not to do anyone any real hard, and I do kind of have a plan - the trick is to maintain the energy to implement it...
Re: Hugs
That was funny. Remember the look of horror you left them with and go kick your life about a bit.