July 8th, 2004


Mental Roadblock

I'm not making anything happen. I'm at a point where it feels better to
just fall to the wayside instead. I'm stuck and I don't know how to break
i'm such a fuck
i feel like i'm falling apart.
i need help, but i don't know where to turn to. I hate to ask for it.
I keep on writing memos at work here and I want to swear. Lots. fuck fuck
This weekend, I'm leaving for Idaho until monday. I still have to pack.
I ate a poptart for dinner, and a glass of water