Jul. 08, 2003 - 4:45 p.m.
There is a spike slowly being tapped into the front of my forehead that is consistantly raising the bar on my pain threshhold. My stress levels are rising and my tolerance for stupidity has dropped below the accepted norm.
"No!: seems no longer to be a viable answer to persistant assholes and of the very few people I actually give a rat's ass about, one is in the hospital, one is in the blackest mood known to man, and one is MIA.
It always amazes me how intertwined my emotional mood swings and my physical health are. My body aches, and i am exhausted. This fucked up weather only echoes what's going on in my life: constant gloom and enough wind to destroy things.
I wish my SO and my lil bro would get better and D would PICK UP THE FUCKING PHONE and let me know he is still in the land of the living.
Where do you turn when you support network fails? Boys, we really need to talk about how you guys always fall apart at the exact same fucking time...you think you can space it out a little more for me?
Thanks.
