blue eyes/yellow submarine

I hate the sound of rattling empty cans.
I hate how infomercials can be so captivating.
- I end up watching them and convince myself that the piece of shit salad spinner is something that I just can’t live without.
I hate how everyone is right about everything except me.
I hate that I just said that, because I don’t believe it.
I hate hazelnut flavored coffee…
It’s disgusting.
…I hope this follows through…
I hate that I don’t do my art anymore.
I really just don’t think that I can afford it anymore. I mean… fuck.
Canvas, paint, brushes, film, batteries, photo paper, developing fees, darkroom stuff…
Ugh.
I have my whole mind set on this perfect picture.
I can see it, but I just can’t manage to follow through…
I’m too stuck in the past.
Man, I’m so pissed my dog just ate my whole pack of cigarettes. FUCK.
Seriously? What the fuck?!
Ugh.
Anyways… I talked to one of my friends that helped me figure out a few things that I have been panicking about… so hopefully that will help…
It’s freaking 3:10 am in the morning and I have to get up at 7 am for work. I just think that I’m not going to go to sleep. Because I wont want to get up in the morning.
I really love my job but I hate it as well…
It’s a love hate relationship.
I love the residents but I can’t stand my co-workers.
They’re too negative and bitchy.
I’m going to re-enroll in school. High school was a bitch and college will hopefully be better.
I don’t want to type anymore.