i have a little diary at home that i don't date. i put all my entries in it: a little sunny Care Bears notebook. usually it's just venting, but i think some of it has slight evidence of coherent thought not buried in poorly constructed dramatic prose. *cough*mylameasspoetry*cough* i hate people. dear god i just hate them. smoking, drugging, whining, gossiping, fake-laughing buzzing people. maybe it's just irritation related to going off Risperdal but... i just want to viscerally (verbally) RIP the hell out of people. i think that my depression and irritation and humor and intelligence and selfishness and masochism and sadism and paranoia and superiority/inferiority complex is just morphing into some GIANT entity that might just be amanda. (me) i don't miss being depressed. not to be pissy, but i've got plenty of issues right now anyway. hmmm... more later.
