Guess this is where it all starts...
I don't know when the fuck it all happened. One day cock of the walk, the next a featherduster. All I know is that the day after, everything changed and I hated everything with a passion.
Maybe it's the place I'm in...maybe it's the way I am. I was trying to IKEAify my life, trying to be happy with what I had, making peace with what I wanted, learning that there were things I couldn't get. Small things. Little things.
And there's also that little bit od feeling disjointed...slightly out of sync with the world, a little off-tune. Like a guitar with one string slightly off, just enough to hear, just enough to annoy and burn in your brain....
Well the string snapped in my life.Small tether holding me to reality, holding me to a life I didn't wanna be a part of anymore.
Maybe this is stupid...it's all some pathetic experiment to see what I really want out of everything, out of myself.
On the other hand, at least I'm doing something. And this is way more fun than where I was.
So I guess it's on to my daily grind...more later as it happens.
I don't know when the fuck it all happened. One day cock of the walk, the next a featherduster. All I know is that the day after, everything changed and I hated everything with a passion.
Maybe it's the place I'm in...maybe it's the way I am. I was trying to IKEAify my life, trying to be happy with what I had, making peace with what I wanted, learning that there were things I couldn't get. Small things. Little things.
And there's also that little bit od feeling disjointed...slightly out of sync with the world, a little off-tune. Like a guitar with one string slightly off, just enough to hear, just enough to annoy and burn in your brain....
Well the string snapped in my life.Small tether holding me to reality, holding me to a life I didn't wanna be a part of anymore.
Maybe this is stupid...it's all some pathetic experiment to see what I really want out of everything, out of myself.
On the other hand, at least I'm doing something. And this is way more fun than where I was.
So I guess it's on to my daily grind...more later as it happens.
'Sounds like you're in the midst of a enormous life spin. This site is better than bullshitting to a therapist, and cheaper. Hope it helps you sort things out, or at least amuses you for this time being.
ps: I tried using Pier-1 in lieu of IKEA to un-fuck my life. It didn't help, but I have a set of orange tempered-glass tables. I'm not sure what the trade-off is there.
The paint chips are kicking in
Desperation bubbles my skin
Theres stuff crawling on the floor
Crackers with black books knocking at my door
The tvs talking to me; Im questioning my sanity
Everybody have a breakdown!
-L7, Questioning My Sanity