I had last heard from him November 22nd. After about 2 days I had noticed that I hadn't seen him online. I was slightly worried, but I told myself not to worry, It can't be anything that bad. It was already dusk, so, I had figured he had gone to bed. I would wait a day and surely see a sign of life from him.
But then one day turned into two. Two turned into a week , and so on.
I'm still waiting.
It's december first.
Nothing's really been going very well lately. I'm known for being a very optimistic person. I don't know where that person is right now.
I believe I may be going through a relapse of what I did back--way back, in eighth grade, I havent' felt this low since then. I don't think that's a very good sign.
I have recocnized that I am pretty much living a nightmare. But I'm trying to keep my head above water-creativiely spekaing. And also in that creative term- I can't swim.
I don't like the fact that The Christmas season is here. I feel kind of intimidated by it.
I've never liked it. For as long as I've remebered I've never really liked X-mas.
I wish I could hibernate like the bears. Then I could miss all of this, Christmas, the New Year Coming, Winter itself I do not like.
My Christmas is March 21st-The beginning of Spring.
I'm not much of an Autumn-Winter person. Not at all.
There's a lot of things in the world That I wish I could avoid. Too many to list.
I'm in a very deep state of denial too, I'll openly admit that.
[Wow. I don't realy know Why i can't type. I had to edit that last sentence around 4 times. ]
I wish I could type. Better.
Thom Yorke is a wonderful person.
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