strungout.

I sat down in my car today for a solid 45 minutes just filing through the thoughts that repeatedly passed through my head. It didn't help that I could still taste it's causing venom in my mouth.
Damn you.

Who am I kidding; I'm totally addicted. Angry and frustrated I spun the volume dial to the left. Ah, that's much better. Wrong.
Why do I do this to myself? I cherish every person that is involved in my life right now; no questions asked. I need to stop being such a pre-madonna. Things are so much more interesting when they give you hell. Most people claim they would to anything to feel content/happy, I think it's the opposite. Most people want to feel sorry for themselves; self pity gives them a reason to have attention focused towards them:

Oh! look at me! I'm a hollywood mess!

yeah, yeah. we get it.

On the bright side: I had a rather fulfilling afternoon, thanks.