I want to be crazy. Just think, I’d always have an excuse. “Why did Teri sell off all her possessions?” “Well, she’s crazy, you see.” “Why did Teri scream at random strangers on the train platform?” “Again with the crazy.” It’d be most convenient.
I feel all itchy inside. Like I need to do or say something, and I’d feel all better if I did, I just don’t know what that something is.
I want to get rid of all my books and movies. I want to quit WoW. I want to sell my Xbox and video games. I want to quit my job. I want to quit school. I want to go somewhere nice and sunny–with a beach. I want to be left alone.
But I’m sure that doing these things would not benefit me. [Well, quitting WoW would be. I should do that and get a small part of my life back.] And I’d probably regret getting rid of all of my stuff. You know, after a while.
I’m probably depressed; winter seems to have that effect. I should go tanning and get some of that handy dandy vitamin D. It could also be the fact that I haven’t been sleeping much the past couple weeks. I’m exhausted, but when it’s bedtime I don’t want to sleep. Figure that one out for me, will you? I’m too tired.
Today’s Song of the Day: “Holiday in Spain” by Counting Crows
Oh well, happy new year’s baby!
We could probably fix it if we clean it up all day
Or we could simply pack our bags
And catch a plane to Barcelona ’cause this city’s a drag
I may take a holiday in Spain
Leave my wings behind me
Flush my worries down the drain
And fly away to somewhere new