Wednesday, January 3
Woes,
friend of misanthrophy.
All thoughts concerning you
have turned pernicious in nature.
So Saddam's dead and school never sucked so bad. Went to MI today in regard to 'give it a day' and well, I did and I just can't seem to place any bit of my heart in that school. & it takes two bloody hours to reach campus, really, I'd rather die. So yeah, I signed for release so I guess it's back to looking for a job for me then. Beats school anyday.
Sue's leaving for Melbourne in 2 days. I still can't fathom the fact that she's leaving and it hasn't really sunk in yet. The advantage of her always being there for me is gonna dissipate so soon and I'm sure as hell not ready for it. I don't know, I just hate seeing people I love go. Somehow, it makes me weak and causes my bones to shiver.
Why do we fight?
Because the alternative is unacceptable.
Because failure is unacceptable.
Because there is nothing else to
live for if we are screw-ups and fuck-ups.
And poor boys will never live the dreams
of grandeur,
like the ones that I entertain at night,
after I cry,
I chuckle myself to sleep.
It's ludicrous.
Ridiculous.
Incredulous.
To even think, that I could be someone,
of magnitude and bearing.
0% = No Chance In Hell.
din
