About once every two weeks, I get the urge to scream to the whole world about how fucking awful everything in my life is and what a total shitstorm is about to hit. But I hold back. Why pollute the infosphere? And then the urge passes. Until the next crisis.
Or maybe I should delete my journal? I'll restore it in a couple of days. That's the trendy thing to do now, right? And right away everyone will start sympathizing. Asking: "What's the matter? What happened? Are you okay?" .
Your soul will instantly fill with joy. You'll realize that people actually care about you. Or the exact opposite - that people don't give a shit about you, unlike User X. And you'll plunge even deeper into the abyss of sorrow. Just from the pathetic fact that you aren't the leader in the rat race.
But none of this will do a fucking thing to solve your problems, right?
Well, fuck
2006-06-02