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[nirix5]

Tired. Hungry. Feeling rather pointless in almost all aspects of life, currently. This has, perhaps, been brought on by a bad reaction to watercolors.

I fucking hate painting glass.

Eh. The hell with it.

Also wasted thirty five dollars. Well, probably wasted, anyway. Hope is a cruel, cruel disease, the kind that keeps you playing lottery scratch-offs and applying for scholarships that you know damn well you aren't gonna get.

I could have bought half a bus pass with that money.

I don't know why I've been so miserable lately.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/deliriumx_/]

i swear to fucking god its the frame and shit happening. i've been that way too... hell i was crying really damn hard the other night.

*hugs* it'll get better for you hon... its gotta