Having a bad week. A hard week. Emotionally, physically and mentally. And I really just don't want to talk about it. At least not here and not right now. It just sounds hollow and whiney in text and doesn't in the slightest reflect the detph and true nature of my feelings. So, not saying much instead.
Don't forget, I've got seven pairs of horns for sale on ebay. There's a couple that are ending in the next day - my Glow In The Dark ones (which are really quite cool) and my one-of-a-kind black and orange twist pair. The other pairs have five days, except for two replacement pairs I listed - a pair of the popular black with silver flecks and a pair of red devil horns in a really cool, dark sparkle clay that needs to be seen to be appreciated.
Anyway, there's lots to chose from. I just hope some people will opt to make the choice on some of them.
Packing is still pretty non-existant and Friday draws closer. Our partial month's rent is $100 more then I expected which is just the blow I needed and the current manager isn't giving us shit. Literally nothing. Looks like we're going to have to sue, only, let's be honest, we'll never have the money to do it, so we won't and that means people will just continue to fuck us over and get away with it like they always do. Oh yeah and to pour salt in the wounds? The tree they butchered a few months ago, that's right in front of my balcony that had just started to make a good comeback and had new growth and new shoots of green on it? Yeah, I woke to the sound of them cutting it down. They utterly up and killed the tree. For no reason whatsoever. To say that pains me is putting it mildly. We may try to save part of the trunk to carve something from it to honor it's death, but we need to find a saw to do so.
I hate people and I hate life and I'm having an exceptionally hard time dealing with both right now. I had a pretty big breakdown yesterday and not only am I not recovered, but I don't know that I'm going to be without some professional help. There's just so much that's been broken beyond my repair at this point I can't pull myself back together. But, oh yeah, that's right, we don't have money for that either.
I'm just struggling to wake up in the morning and that's about the best I can do. Which is why packing and dealing with the move is just too much for me.
Fuck it, I don't want to talk about this. No one wants to hear it and people have their own shit to deal with, they certainly don't want to deal with mine.
~ castles of sand by Memory and Dream
at 10/14/2004 01:30:32 AM ~
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