The poet lied -- I seem to suffer all the slings and arrows with none of the outrageous fortune.

I have lost more than 3 stone since January which is massive. I'm really pleased by that; I finally feel well. I won't be satisfied until I have very little of a stomach to speak of; though I suppose I'm not exactly sure how possible that is.

i will be taking the 'dreaded' Heart Radical Theorem soon [make of that what you will], and partaking in simply a minimal amount of both components.

i am under no delusions: i am what i am, sinful and sorrowful, and perhaps this might eke out a tiny bit of happiness; and at least prevent any hair loss.

i think i suffer an issue of massive jealousy, vanity perhaps: if someone spends time with a friend, i kind of worry as to whether i should cancel my time with them. especially if I perceive the friend to be better than me. i don't know how to work past this, or avoid it. i don't know what to do anymore, in some respects. i think it is a self-esteem issue; but i've been improving on that, i think. at least until the past three days or so.

nate gave me an important point at one time or another recently that i should always strive to remember: people do not turn on you on a dime. i am too used to the waste of 4ch.

i'm studying my IT cert, atleast: i can hope that will give me a job -- how dearly i wish to be liberated, to suffer the yoke of capitalism on my own.