Blah blah blah emo blah blah blah
Today's been an incredibly long day. Slept three hours last night because of four successive movies, that is eight hours of brain-frying-to-perfection, only it isn't perfection, because I don't believe I'm one bit better off now than I was before. I've decided that when I go off on my year-long-international-stint, I shall update a blog daily, more as a form of accounting for myself than for anyone else. That is, assuming I get to go at all. My dear father shot down the idea the other day, when he realized how perfectly serious I was about going. But I am going to go. Whether they want me to or not. *evil laughter*I feel lost at sea, drowning in my own despicableness and inarticulateness, envy and dread, hate and contempt. At what point does every misstep in your life catch up to you and you find yourself flailing about in a desperate attempt to fly because everyone around you seems to be taking off but you find you've plucked every feather from both your wings because you were listless and silly, and now. Well. Now. You're quite bald. And have nowhere to go. But down. A downward spiral into less than nothingness because negativity propogates more rapidly than nothingness ever could.
