i can sit here at work and do nothing but think. that's what i hate most about my life. i have a job that gives me the time to sit and think. i'd rather not. i'd rather be doing something productive with my life, but it seems that i just can't. fate! what the fuck is up with my life? i try to be the best i can but instead i let myself get shit on. things weren't going good, but they were bearable. now, i'm so overwhelmed that i don't know what to do anymore. there's no way for me to dig myself out of my mess. beleive me, if there was an easy way out, i'd take it. short of selling my soul.

it seems that so many people are dealing with their own stuff that i don't want to bother them with mine. all i can do is get some comfort here and there until i can satisfy my depression.

this education i got was pointless. look at what i'm doing. i'm doing what high school kids should be doing. i'm pressing fucking buttons and smiling at people who'd careless about my problems. i may be anti-social, just not that anti-social. i guess i'll go back to pushing buttons. it's about time for the next show.

"Help me, Obi Won Kenobi! You're my only Hope!"