it's really hot in my apartment. and my roommates are home and i just want to be by myself. they're hanging out in front of the t.v. watching some reality tv show crap and we're pretty sure there's a mouse because the cat is going crazy, and our apt. is a fucking mess. i mean it. a fucking mess.
i want to clean it but i'm just so tired. and then i feel like, .... why the fuck should it be me cleaning it all.
oh, whatever, larisa.
i've become exceedingly restless. i want to run away from everyone i know and start anew in a place where no one knows me. and then as soon as they do i'll run. run run run run run away.
it's the weirdest feeling not really caring about anybody or anything. i get annoyed so fast, and my life horoscope said i bring out the worst in people and maybe i do. i can't seem to get along with my family, the reason that i get along with my friends is that sometimes i don't say a damn thing. and then i just come in here and be alone.
what is this?
is this depression?
****
i'm waiting on this letter from catherine but whatever.
this cd is scratched.
badly.
i need to go so far away.
phone call.
i want to clean it but i'm just so tired. and then i feel like, .... why the fuck should it be me cleaning it all.
oh, whatever, larisa.
i've become exceedingly restless. i want to run away from everyone i know and start anew in a place where no one knows me. and then as soon as they do i'll run. run run run run run away.
it's the weirdest feeling not really caring about anybody or anything. i get annoyed so fast, and my life horoscope said i bring out the worst in people and maybe i do. i can't seem to get along with my family, the reason that i get along with my friends is that sometimes i don't say a damn thing. and then i just come in here and be alone.
what is this?
is this depression?
****
i'm waiting on this letter from catherine but whatever.
this cd is scratched.
badly.
i need to go so far away.
phone call.
posted by L | 11:12 AM
1 Comments:
It sucks when roomates don't pull their weight. I always end up feeling like the bitch - just for wanting to live in a place that doesn't have mouldy dishes and scum everywhere. Besides, stuff gets done so much faster when other folks pitch in. Who am I to talk though... I've had moments where I feel paralyzed and house maintenance is the least of my priorities. ...yet somehow I get a false sense of order when the apartment is in good shape. A ridiculous substitution for a life otherwise out of control.
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