Hmmmm Work.

Written at home:

Ya know, at one point, I thought about making this blog a bitch fest about everything that's an outside influence on me. That is until I realized, there aren't any. All negativity comes from w/in me and that's where I have to start.

Ok, great. Breakthrough. So what?

So what indeed.

Well, how about this: I used to get upset when I found out that people don't like me.
Now, I'm learning to not care, not only about whether or not they like me, but about them. I've decided to distance myself from the human race.

Fuck 'em.

Don't like me. I don't want you to. In fact, I may even make it my duty to have you completely fucking loath me.

Written at work:
Having said all that, I'm feeling an odd sort of peace. I don't want to fool myself into thinking it's anything but a premature spiritual ejaculation, but it's comforting anyway, so I'll take it for what it's worth.

The chatterings of the madmen recede.
Even my own bad thoughts hide from the light toward which I run.
They aren't gone, but distant, softer.
And the less I try, the easier things seem to be.

Fuck it, I'm drunk. I was going to make this a happy entry, but in order to keep myself honest, I need to faithfully reproduce each and every word of this excretion.

Don't get me wrong, I'm still happy......

Written moments ago:

I don't really remember much of what happened after that, I'm just happy I didn't lose the paper it was written on. I did forget it at work however. I'm lucky enough to have people around that don't throw things out.

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