welll yes much writing for me..

Yesss work is gonna be fun. Because my mind is sort of wonky.

Wonkey ness and work.What a fun combination.

I feel like I am gonna snap or something. here is the wierd thing. Absolutely no reason for me to feel this way.

I wish I had a car. and then I would drive some where. Away from people so when I feel like this I won’t worry so much about being an evil bitch to everyone.

So yes..Much writing for me today. I find that when I write it sort of takes me some where. Far away from my house and things that are bothering me. Far away from anything.

I could  complain about what is bothering me. But I hate being the venting type. Feels like I am slughing off this disgusting filth on my diary in one violent shove. I hate that.

I hate when I feel so much crap at one time. I am having one of those waking up in a mood days..and for no reason. I should be happy. I should be fine..But my brain is fucked up and I am not fine.. and regardless of all the good in my life my head does not feel happy.

I hope Angela worked second shift not Donna. Angela does her job.Donna leaves you with dirty rooms and a bunch of crap to do. Tracy won’t be there tonight. Jamie will. I like working with Jamie. Sort of looking forward to work. I can clean and be lost in myself and not feel so crazy.

I just want to be somewhere else, feel something else.. Not really be someone else but yeah one of those days.

I hate when My good days are so good then everything sort of crashes around in my brain. Worries me. Makes me wonder if everything will last or if Itll crash too.

I hope not. I really really hope not. But paranoia gets the best of me sometimes.

*if it makes you happy It cant be that baaad, If it makes you happy then why the hell are you so sad*

Totally..Totally..Yeah. I am going to work ith black nail polish on. I am sure they will love this. Wonder how long itll take before Miss hateful informs me I look like a freak..Not that I care but..Why do people have to be so stupid..

I hate stupid people.

SO I supose I need to be making my lunch for work. But I am not hungry. I am not even interested in eating today.

I dont care. apathy sets in so hard into me sometimes it is hard to feel even. I want to feel. anything.

Anything. but this.

Well off I go..sorry about being an unmedicated depressed girl.

The insanely Demented,Siarai