Andy

The Boy Looked At Johnny
2003-02-18 18:01:05 (UTC)

February 18, 2003. Early afternoon.

Help! Help! My soul is being destroyed!

Today I'm not holding back anything. I am going to tell you
exactly what I think.

This is what I think:

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Pound pound pound the keyboard!

Really! What the hell is wrong? What am I DOING here? What
is everyone's problem? More importantly, what is MY problem?

I have failed utterly and completely in making anything in
my life, with very few exceptions, worthwhile or
meaningful, or even notable for any reason other than the
total piddling nature of it all!

Where did my friends go? Where did meaningful dialogue
wander off to? Where is there thoughtfulness?

I'm drowning in a sea of mediocrity!