while i generally have umpteen things to complain about, today i am finding comfort in the fact that if i can make it through one more week, i will be a *very* happy camper.  

95% anticipation and 5% living.  always.

fuck.

http://www.madison.com/wsj/mad/latest/447102

i hate how much this still hurts.

maybe i've been alone all along.  i put every acquaintance on a pedestal and none of them are sturdy enough to remain there.  

there are no words to articulate how i feel these days.  i'm off to the gym soon.  the gym is where everything is ok for a few hours.