Daphne in the wood (bromantic) wrote,
Daphne in the wood
bromantic
  • Mood: cranky
  • Music: Britney Spears - ON MY RADARR DA DA DAA
I have realized that any deep or vaguely depressing thought I have about myself is automatically turned into some kind of parody in order to keep myself wallowing. Which, in hindsight, is a good thing! On the other hand, I think I end up wallowing away and I'm like that is just not on, brain.

But anyway, today was a low-key day of hating myself, feeling like I'm a self-fulfilling prophecy of doom and failure and not getting that clue that is super obvious to everyone else (One day I will not be dense and figure out things for myself... yeah no). Whatever!! I think I'm going to watch Star Trek the Voyage Home now which has San Francisco adventures and McCoy yelling at people. Good times.

(gosh how do you people put up with me, I can barely put up with myself)

Tags: dear myself, earth to mars do you read me?, fml, meh :/, so not my day
Subscribe

  • (no subject)

    I wonder if it's possible to make a life for yourself if you keep failing secondary education.

  • (no subject)

    I'm starting to wonder if good MCU Bucky players are like mythical creatures. Everyone thinks they exist, but they really don't.

  • (no subject)

    With talk of Civil War and Ant-Man, maybe the MCU will destroy itself in a blaze of glory. One can hope.

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    switch
    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
    Help
  • 34 comments

  • (no subject)

    I wonder if it's possible to make a life for yourself if you keep failing secondary education.

  • (no subject)

    I'm starting to wonder if good MCU Bucky players are like mythical creatures. Everyone thinks they exist, but they really don't.

  • (no subject)

    With talk of Civil War and Ant-Man, maybe the MCU will destroy itself in a blaze of glory. One can hope.