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Anyways...
I am so god damn ****ing mad at myself. Even the slightest, most jokingly-intended insult gets me down. I have enourmous mood swings, and get very depresssed after being confronted. I'm a weakling, I now realize it. It's stupid because I can be feeling so good one day; everything going my way, interacting with people just fine. Then the next day I'll wake up tangled in a jumbled heap of thoughts, like the innerds of a thousand cassette tapes strewn about. Even as I write this, though, I'm feeling better. You see, I went to my girlfriend's flat and hung out all day. We entertained eachother much, and we even shared quite a long kiss later in the evening. I feel wonderful when I'm around her. She's quite impulsive, however, and even though I absolutely love that about her, I take most everything she says way too seriously. Things like, "man, your face is kinda breaking out. here, I'll get you some acne cream." That brings down my self-confidence (I'm a very appearance-concious person, unfortunately). I'm such a sissy; hell, I really belong in an emo band...
But god, now I feel really stupid even writing these words. I realize how childish, irrational, and immature I am to let little things affect me in such a huge way. I'm all happy now, a large contrast to how I felt 30 minutes ago, mumbling nervously to myself on my way home. I'm back to my good-old self, the funny wierd Joel that I usually am. My mood swings like pendelum in fast-forward-motion.
Now my larger problem is that, besides from my family, I pretty much have no friends, save for my blessed girlfriend, whom my thoughts area on all the time. I know that's not healthy at all. It's because of this that I stay at home, make extremely creative art, play guitar, listen to the radio, write, and read almost all day long. Thankfully, school is starting again, and I'll have another reason to wake up every day and live. Now it's because I don't have any friends that I think my girlfriend finds me dull and lonely. I'm always available to talk or do stuff when she calls because I really have nothing better to do. It basically makes me look like I don't have a life.
I have enormous plans for my life, but no clue as to how I'll pull them off. I want to go to college so bad, but my family is finacially distressed, so don't ask me who the hell would pay for me. Hell, I want to look decent for school but I have hardly any money to spend on clothes or even supplies for that matter. I need to get a job so bad, but I lack the motivation. MOTIVATION. Yes, that is definately the core of my slew of problems. I lack the motivation to make friends, to be normal, to have a life. How do I fix that? Well how should I know. I'm tired now, I'll turn in for the night. Thanks for listening.
Anyways...
I am so god damn ****ing mad at myself. Even the slightest, most jokingly-intended insult gets me down. I have enourmous mood swings, and get very depresssed after being confronted. I'm a weakling, I now realize it. It's stupid because I can be feeling so good one day; everything going my way, interacting with people just fine. Then the next day I'll wake up tangled in a jumbled heap of thoughts, like the innerds of a thousand cassette tapes strewn about. Even as I write this, though, I'm feeling better. You see, I went to my girlfriend's flat and hung out all day. We entertained eachother much, and we even shared quite a long kiss later in the evening. I feel wonderful when I'm around her. She's quite impulsive, however, and even though I absolutely love that about her, I take most everything she says way too seriously. Things like, "man, your face is kinda breaking out. here, I'll get you some acne cream." That brings down my self-confidence (I'm a very appearance-concious person, unfortunately). I'm such a sissy; hell, I really belong in an emo band...
But god, now I feel really stupid even writing these words. I realize how childish, irrational, and immature I am to let little things affect me in such a huge way. I'm all happy now, a large contrast to how I felt 30 minutes ago, mumbling nervously to myself on my way home. I'm back to my good-old self, the funny wierd Joel that I usually am. My mood swings like pendelum in fast-forward-motion.
Now my larger problem is that, besides from my family, I pretty much have no friends, save for my blessed girlfriend, whom my thoughts area on all the time. I know that's not healthy at all. It's because of this that I stay at home, make extremely creative art, play guitar, listen to the radio, write, and read almost all day long. Thankfully, school is starting again, and I'll have another reason to wake up every day and live. Now it's because I don't have any friends that I think my girlfriend finds me dull and lonely. I'm always available to talk or do stuff when she calls because I really have nothing better to do. It basically makes me look like I don't have a life.
I have enormous plans for my life, but no clue as to how I'll pull them off. I want to go to college so bad, but my family is finacially distressed, so don't ask me who the hell would pay for me. Hell, I want to look decent for school but I have hardly any money to spend on clothes or even supplies for that matter. I need to get a job so bad, but I lack the motivation. MOTIVATION. Yes, that is definately the core of my slew of problems. I lack the motivation to make friends, to be normal, to have a life. How do I fix that? Well how should I know. I'm tired now, I'll turn in for the night. Thanks for listening.