times are not kind

I finally finished my term paper, but I hate it. And tomorrow is my exam, and I don't feel too well about it.

I still feel very alone.

I don't think I want to be here anymore.

i think i'm sinking

Earlier, there was a story on the news about a 3-year-old kid who was tortured by his uncle. His monster of an uncle. How in hell can anyone ever bring themselves to not only beat up a toddler, but also burn the kid with cigarettes and remove some of his fingernails? And here's the kicker: the kid was molested too. People like that kid's uncle deserve to be tortured in the exact same way for doing that to an innocent kid. I bet he won't be able to go anywhere where people know who he is because he'll get his ass kicked. Probably until he dies.

It's just rotten to think about how we have to accept that stuff like that is part of the world we live in, and feeling like total crap and feeling like you're all alone and hating yourself for it is part of life. I know I probably have it better than heaps of people. I mean, at least I wasn't tortured when I was three years old. But sometimes you can't help but drown and the worst part is...you're not even in water.

the hundreth first time

I'm some sort of blog addict. Really. I've been blogging since I was around 12 or 13, and I've had too many accounts to keep track of. But I love Blogspot, and so I am back here. I don't think I'll be posting anywhere else (except Multiply, of course).

So...here I go again. Hello, Interweb, my name is Miki and I'm an alcoholic.

Just kidding. I'm a blogaholic. And that is really lame. I'm really lame. But this is a fact that I've long come to accept already. Hehe.

Ever get the feeling, when you're doing something you do everyday, that something just isn't right and that you might've done something different? I got that feeling today and couldn't think of what it was, but then about twenty minutes later it hit me. And it was such a minor difference so I didn't notice it at first but there it was. I've been feeling like that about life. In general. I keep doing the same things everyday but something isn't quite right.

I think it's time for another roadtrip.