Monday, April 12, 2010

Only the beggining.

Dad, Dennis Leland Ward, my dad, my mother fucking dad, died, in October, and ever since, ive become detached, less social, more seclusive. And i know that my friends don't like it, but its how i strive, how i stay alive.
One of my best friends, also died recently, and you know what i felt. nothing, i came to this realization in a sudden halt of emotional decisions, and a simple walk to the school psychiatrist, (whom i never actually thought did anything)
She told me i suffer from emotional repression, or rather, i would suffer, if i could really feel it. One of my favorite comedians talked about one of the cures for emotional repression, which is writing down your thoughts and feelings. I choose blog, abunch of my friends are doing it.

First things first, I love my girlfriend, that emotion is not repressed, its mostly the bad ones, like guilt, sadness, all balled up in the back of my mind, boiling into anger.

People annoy me, especially dramatic ones, or bullies, or strange mixtures of these two brands of stupid, people that bully with drama, or bully and talk drama, its all a big ball of faggotesque annoyance. This particular blog is really random, itll get better eventually

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