Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Pressure....

pushing down on me.....

David Bowie and Queen are cool music.

I hate those Truth commercials. He's really ugly. I mean really really ugly. Sorry, I got sidetracked.

Anyway, back to my point. Which I do have. I'm just so pressured and surrounded by everything. Everywhere I turn there is trouble and responsibility and anxiety. There is no refuge. There is no safe haven. I am always consistently surrounded by that which pains me. There is no hope. Only work. Only pain.
I'm watching an old True Life episode. About OCD. It's...I hate watching fucked up people on tv and seeing something about myself in them. I mean really really hate it. Completely detest it.

There is no such thing as love for me. And that sucks because that's all I want out of life. Not money or fame. Just....love. And it's the one thing I'll never have.
Anxiety is a bitch. And it's slowly taking back over my life.

1 comment:

and I rarely wear makeup. said...

I've been trying to comment this for a few days, but no matter how many times I verified my email it kept telling me I needed to.
I've got that all taken care of now... so.

Queen is amazing.
I have no idea what you're talking about with the whole commercial bit.

Bah, pressure is stupid. It's always there and never at convenient times.
I'm here if you need anything.

99% of the people who watch those shows see a part of themselves in the people up there. It's not what you see that should evoke emotion; it should be how you look at it. That kind of thing can only get you down if you let it.

I'm pretty sure you mean romantic love on this one, and that I can't give. Ah, what a shame. =p
I can, on the other hand, tell you that I love you like a sister and that won't change.
There's love out there for everyone... If you really really want it you've just got to keep on looking for it. It'll be worth it in the end.

If you want we can get together, hunt down anxiety, and, after performing a series of voodoo curses on it, burn it at the stake and laugh while it writhes.
Oh, the pleasure.