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my messed up mentals

dear diary

i wonder what i will be when i grow up. i am not scared, but more curious, only because i can't picture myself doing anything at all. not one god damned thing.

it seems as though the only thing i am good at these days is making insecure people feel good about themselves.

i've always been really good at that. so painfully sad!

my co worker is on crystal meth i do believe. he goes to the bathroom every 5 minutes and when he gets back, give me the entire synapsis of tori amos' music career. not kidding. he goes thu each and every album and explains where she was during the time in her life when she wrote the music. he also likes taking about whatever that jessica alba show is, and the jennifer garner one. and spongebob. and his "bisexuality".

oh honey. don't you know? you are as gay as a may basket!

maybe that can be my job. telling people what's really wrong with them.

"over inflated ego in reverse"
"extreme narcissim"
"really fucking annoying"

oh wait. i think u have to go to school for that. i think it's called PSYCHOLOGIST.

6:53 p.m. - 2005-02-25

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