It's that time of year again, the end part, the part where you're made to think about the next one coming and what you're going to do and what you're going to change. I don't really want to though. I had plans, before, to make the next year, or the general "near future" era to be the one where I finally do all the exciting things I've been meaning to do for ages, but I don't think I'll be able to do that now, I will have to concentrate all my attention on basically sorting things out.
So my aim for the next year is just to get things fixed enough so I can basically survive. I must toil and strive in order to get myself in a place that equals about where I was a year and a half ago, before I got more sucked back into this pit that I've been trying to scramble out of. So a whole lot of drudgerous work, and not much to gain from it, just the right to carry on surviving somehow, though not as well off as I was last year.
No, I shan't be making any resolutions this year. It's all a bit depressing really, and those resolutions are made to be broken. I deliberately made them as piss easy as I could last year, and even then I failed to keep half of them, and I really can't afford to fail in this one as it would mean the ruin of me, and I'd prefer to not go through that.
So I'll just try my best.
12.30.2007
It's looming..
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Labels: depression, new year, resolutions, ruin
2.22.2007
Just so you know...
I'm feeling quite awful at the moment. Not physically, though I don't actually feel that great in body, but more that I'm rather depressed.
It's not such a big thing, so you can hold the concern, it's just more of a terminal case of the blahs, brought on by having a pretty much dull life, pointless existence and waning interest in the only things that have been interesting to me lately. Oh and pissing off someone so they don't want to talk to me, due to my own big fat mouth, or rather big fat typing finger, which is actually all of them seeing as I type "properly". Anyway it might resolve itself, and if it doesn't it might not turn out to be so bad. In any case I need to finally start going out and doing "stuff". Enough of this not doing anything but sitting at the computer, there's only so many times you can blog about that and make it interesting.
Strangely enough, the spellchecker doesn't count "blahs" as a misspelling.
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18:45
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