i...am addicted to confessions. not confessing (although i have done that, also, as it is a good release) but other people's confessions. and there is a lot of those on Not Proud. i found this site months ago and have been reading it every few days ever since. sometimes for hours. it is that engrossing. some of them are trite. some of them are disturbing. some of them mirror my own life and problems. but they're all pretty interesting, enough that i'll think, "hmm, i think i'll read a few juicy confessions before i go to bed..," and before i know it, i look at the clock and it's 3am. it's comforting to know that other people have the same weird and pathetic feelings i do, that there are situations like my own where people feel just a hopeless and confused. and then there are the ones that are downright creepy, which actually makes me feel better about my own life.
hm...what else it up with the me. well, i still haven't found another job, have been sitting home all day, still have to worry about moving out in the near future, but, i dunno why, i've been feeling strangely euphoric and daydreamy. one would think that with all the problems i have (which, ok, i know i don't have nearly the amount of problems some people do), i would feel down and depressed. i do feel the weight on my back, but i also am starting to see a light ahead, and i don't even know what it is. but i feel it. i know this sounds cryptic, but deal with it. that's the jenny's way.
another thing. 'cereal'. say that world over and over, it starts to sound like 'surreal'. or maybe it's just me.
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