So yeah, it's been damn too long since I've been here. A lot of things change in my life.
My friend's gotten pregnant and got married. Stupid moves on both accounts. Well, if a person doesn't think - there's no fucking way in hell someone can help them think, right?

My boyfriend and I are no longer together. Shitty. Can't say I was too depressed, but still it wasn't the best period of my life.

It's been long 6 months for me but fuck if I didn't enjoy them.
Patron anyone?
Cheers

gotta love my life! and shit that comes with it. Seems like I have everything I need, but then why do I feel like I'm missing something? Like there's supposed to be some missing piece of puzzle that would make me totally complete? I don't know. This week was a complete mess. Everything that could go wrong - did. But I survived it. Things started to look up on Wednesday night. So it was ok. Finally came Friday and I went to get my favorite apple martini with a friend and guess what? some guy came up. He invited himself at our table and started psycho-fucking-analyzing us. Like we needed that shit. He told that he was a shrink and could see through people. Confident much? I didn't give a shit about him and his words, because honestly that dude could only twit like bird and nothing else. When he wanted to find out whether we have boyfriends he came up with the stupidest question ever - If I'd asked you to go to the movies with me, would you? Haha. That was such an easy question. And he really wanted to know the answer, I really needed to spell it for him. And I did, because ladies and gentlemen, that guy was a complete freak and had looser written on his forehead. And it didn't help his matters that he was clusterfuck drunk. So of course, yours truly told him N-O!Yeah I love Fridays. They are soo funny.
Lurve ya all

Un-fucking-believable! my life is a bitch and there's absolutely nothing I can do to change some things. Cool. huh? didn't think so. good luck figuring everyshit out

Сегодня целый день пытаюсь бороться с собой. Надо работать, но так не хочется. Конечно, не помагает то,что с 5 утра меня мучили кошмары. Вернее один кошмар. После того как я за эту ночь впервые проснулась от собственного крика, вся мокрая и перепуганая, я просыпалась так еще трижды. И каждый раз это было словно продолжения предыдущего кошмара.
С одной стороны хорошо, что я спала одна. Но с другой... Может так бы мне удалось прогнать кошмар?

Жизнь прекрасна. Просто нужно искать хорошие антидепрессанты.

А вообще, я очень спокойна в своем повседневном бешентсве