I really do want this life to end for me. I am extremely dissatified with it and wish that I could end this endless torture of my life…
Now that I got that sudicidal crap out of my system, I am still having a shitty day. Work and school are both dragging me down. And I have a uneasy feeling about this wedding marathon weekend.
And damnnit, where in the hell is GabbyMoe. It’s almost been a month since the last update. My life is nothing but a sailboat lost in the ocean if I can’t read GabbyMoe and all of the going on’s in journal land.
A 50-something pretending to live in California.