So today is Guy Fawkes day. Some dude who decided to do something about the powers that be. They won. He lost.
But he tried, and that’s what we all admire him for… those of us who admire him. Those who don’t relish today as a celebration of victory of what’s triumph over what I’m sure no one remembers…
Today was alright… I’m back in depressive mode, and when I get like that I tend not to write alot… I remember when I first started writing on the net it was such a wonderful experience, like being a child discovering the world for the first time. To discover not only that you enjoy doing something, but that you’re actually damned good at it… well that’s pretty awesome.
Writing… has brought me more pain than I feel is humanly possible to bear. Pursuing a policy of truth has brought me nothing but disdain from those who… pardon the quote “can’t handle the truth”.
I don’t know what else to write right now, I have so many things going on and swimming in my head I can’t decide what’s important…
My family is important, that’s for sure, and so is my health… yay. I’m a pretty girl, talented in many ways… I’m driven, disciplined, intelligent… these aren’t things I’ve told myself you know… these are things people tell me… if you asked me I’d say I am a…
Nothing. Cause at the end of the day, and as the whole world is fond of reminding me… you need to eat. And as pretty, talented, driven, disciplined, and intelligent as I am… I’m still not able to put food on the table and its making me heartsick.