- Listening to: nothing
- Reading: nothing
- Watching: nothing
- Playing: nothing
- Eating: nothing
- Drinking: nothing
God i hate my life no i dont mean that i don't hate my life i just hate everything happening in it life sucks and then you die i guess its true what everyone tells me i have a woman i love who loves me in return a child thats hers but then i would love to be mine a house a home a car love but no money no money makes life a bitch money does bring happiness people might say it doesnt but it does without money life is a misery you cant do anything you cant go anywhere when you work different shifts your alone all the time im just so tired of everything why cant life get better
Devious Comments
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This is goodnight, and not goodbye.
~Tyler's Funeral
Perceval: Courageous knight, moral paragon, easily distracted by shiney things
Robots vs. Zombies. That would make a great spectator sport!
strength to go on, even with multiple shifts and hope that it will turn out better one day and that all the fucked up work will pay off... also,
belief in yourself and your writing, maybe it could be a way out?! as well as a method to get your mind off the fact how fucked up and unfair life can be. you do have the talent for writing, at least that much is for sure... i wish you luck, too
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"Better to risk breaking your neck than never to look up at the sky"
- found in Tad Williams's 'Otherland'
Just hold fast and weather the storm as best as you can. My advice probably sounds lame...but I'm certain that things will get better.
Something will come of these hardships that you will appreciate later on...
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....I got it from a very reliable source, a hedgehog named Toad....
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"So, where will you be when the Mother Ship lands?"
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"Paranoia is the mother of invention." Anita Blake 'The Executioner'
Happiness is like peeing your pants. Everyone can see it but only you can feel the warmth
No, you don't sound lame, your right, and things aren't really as bad as they seem, it's just that sometimes things get to you... and you have to work them out of your system... thanks
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"Paranoia is the mother of invention." Anita Blake 'The Executioner'
Happiness is like peeing your pants. Everyone can see it but only you can feel the warmth
Times are getting better. I feel so horrible when I think about it, but it's been more than a year since I wrote anything, since I've had the time. Life just gets so hectic when there's more than just yourself to think about... but that's an excuse... I've had time to write, but I've done other things instead... I haven't started writing yet, but I'm proof-reading again... and 'noting' that archaic art of chinese torture (if you could only see the shoeboxes I have you would know the horror of which I speak). I'm working on The Clearing again, Honing in a little on Mercy and Mallard... And Cam... The first part is going to be them, them and the master Brynn I think his name it... But mainly them... I wish sometimes that I could just deepfry my brain so it would stop burying itself deeper into a hole where the only way out is going to be to start looking for a shortcut to Chine. The more I think about it, the more I realize how interconnected everything is, how everything within the story, everyone, touches everything else, until there is no escape.....
I know I'm not a bad writer.... well, maybe not good either, but not horrible. I see things in my writing that surprise me, but at times a lot of things I want to erase... things I do erase as I work at my rewrites...
God, I miss all of you... I miss my friends...
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"Paranoia is the mother of invention." Anita Blake 'The Executioner'
Happiness is like peeing your pants. Everyone can see it but only you can feel the warmth
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This is goodnight, and not goodbye.
~Tyler's Funeral
Perceval: Courageous knight, moral paragon, easily distracted by shiney things
Robots vs. Zombies. That would make a great spectator sport!
--
"Paranoia is the mother of invention." Anita Blake 'The Executioner'
Happiness is like peeing your pants. Everyone can see it but only you can feel the warmth
--
"Better to risk breaking your neck than never to look up at the sky"
- found in Tad Williams's 'Otherland'
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