right now i am showing off my fraudness being cute in the library with my backpack poseuing as a student and acting like i do not have a drinking problem and acute fascinating sadness and tomorrow i have a head-doctor’s appointment.
i feel pretty stressed these days and miserable.
miserable because i am broke and broke because i drink and i drink because i am sad and i have come to terms with this unhappiness ie fully confronted and i am aware of my problems/issues with the world at large i just don’t have the courage to change them.
it’s not a matter of courage, really, it is more of a disturbing laziness.
i have to change the way i look at the world and the matter in which i deal with things, people, and stop waiting for life to happen to me and find a publisher and explain that cuteness sells, and depression is marketable, when you sprinkle it with humour and drawings of cats that can talk.
