Something else I realized today: Why my handwriting is so bad. Cos I dunt give a shit, that's why. I don't respect my handwriting. And by extension, nor myself neither. Is this why I do all the stupid, self-destructive things I do? Cos it's easier to say "aw fuck it, wont really serious about this Life thing anyway" than admit I tried and failed?
Was I a manic depressive in my past life?
Or am I just bored?
In a Past Life... |
You Were: A Forlorn Philosopher. Where You Lived: Turkey. How You Died: Natural causes. |
Maybe I shouldn't have drunk so much. Bugger it. I think I need a hug.
Tags:
past life ~ Xena ~ handwriting
3 comments:
What would a Forlorn Philosopher want with adult toys??? 'Specially when they're dead in Turkey...
Have a hug SD
Thanks for that, LOL!
Feeling better now ~ maybe cos my boxed set of complete Sharpe (arf arf!) has arrived...
Ahhh... you got the Sharpe Box Set...
*is jealous*
~ Gina
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