There is a number of things that i’m not good at, expressing feelings being almost top on that list, one of the many things i am good at is writing a mass amount of shit. so i may as well mash my worst and my best traits together and see what i can come up with.

My sleep pattern is fucked, i’ve managed to work on little less than 2 hours seep every night. My appetite is non existant, ive been living off one meal of pasta a day for god only knows how long, and that along with the lack of sleep, isnt doing much for my psychological state, I’ve never been one to have a stable emotional state, but for once, i was able to wake up feeling somewhat content in everything, content in being, content in living day to day.

there is little that picks me up from my major mood swings, music, gigs and alcohol in copious amounts.

add to the problems of lack of food and sleep, work is making me depressed, there is nothing in this world i hate more than my job, i’ve never hated something so much that i’m hoping i get sacked just to get out of the place, being saced is a whole lot better than just telling them to shove it up their arse, oh how i wish i could but alas no.

my self confidence is bad enough already… no more knocks please?

I;ve been listening to Plushgun recently and i really do love them, and i’ve evern began to think that they are somewhat depressing.

oh and never listen to Damien Rice’s Accidental Babies when your depressed, it will tip you over the edge, thank god i was in work i’d have topped myself twice

happy 2010

i’m not even going to spellcheck this, check the grammer or even attempt to punctuate this.