You know how it's 99% disgusting to throw-up? It stinks, burns, splashes everywhere, makes your eyes water, and cramps up your stomach muscles. BUT, there is the 1%. That far corner of your mind that you don't want to admit is there in the middle of your five alarm fire of hot mess. It is the part that is enjoying the vomiting process. Hopefully, my blog is that 1% .
Monday, December 13, 2010
I am turning into someone I barely recognize anymore. I used to be able to stick a motherfucker, ya know. Now I’m full of regret and even worse, self-loathing. I’ve never been the quiet, introspective sort. More like the quiet, I got nothing to think about kinda guy. Lately it seems like shit has just been getting to me. What’s particularly troublesome is that the denial that has been my go to emotion for so long is no longer working. From ignoring my gum disease to believing that my Axe body-wash will eventually get me laid, I’m starting to think it might actually be me. Jesus, the thought of me being depressed is super depressing. I guess prison really fucking works. Plus I miss Whole Foods.