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deathpixieWhy the hell am I still awake? Too afraid to go to bed, I s'pose, in case I end up in tears again. I hate crying - it leaves me all red and puffy like a tomato and makes my eyes itchy. It's times like this that time zones really suck. Although someone might be around in chat now; I'm not sure I want to do what I did to poor Staffie earlier - I know how frustrating it is to know someone online's hurting, but not being able to be there. I dislike putting other people in that position.
Gah, this is such a whingy weekend for me. I should be enjoying it, since it's the last before I go back to full-time and snatching writing and on-line time whenever I can. But isn't it ironic - in Melbourne, where I had friends available at a phone call, I never bothered, and up here, 300kms away, all I want is someone to go and have coffee and a chat with.
I need to get off my arse. I need to stop being so pathetic and go and get a life. I need to turn off this bloody computer and get some sleep.
Angst is contagious.
Gah, this is such a whingy weekend for me. I should be enjoying it, since it's the last before I go back to full-time and snatching writing and on-line time whenever I can. But isn't it ironic - in Melbourne, where I had friends available at a phone call, I never bothered, and up here, 300kms away, all I want is someone to go and have coffee and a chat with.
I need to get off my arse. I need to stop being so pathetic and go and get a life. I need to turn off this bloody computer and get some sleep.
Angst is contagious.
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Too bloody right
Date: 2001-12-24 02:12 pm (UTC)It's almost sickening how you can get into a depressive rut and just sit there like that for days until you get that proverbial kick to the arse to get you moving in the right direction. I'm one of those types that hates being depressed, however, there's a contagious almost comforting feeling about beating up on yourself and wallowing in self-pity.
Wonder if that's why we keep doing it so often?