God Damned Fractal Patterned Universe!!!

Neptune's nipples are fucking amazingly sharp this time of year. The infinite spirals that make up every imagineable thing in this universe seem to have gotten the better of me. What I'm saying is the proverbial floor disentegrated right out from under my fucking feet. September ended with a nice harsh mind fuck. A combination of Jennifer(my ex-GF of 5 yrs.) saying she didn't love me anymore, lying to me about being with someone new, getting the shit beat out of me on a street corner for absolutely nothing more than a single dollar bill, and returning to my hometown. I should mention I turned 25 during the middle of all of this, and that I moved 500 miles from Minneapolis to my small ass hometown near Kansas City. Oh yeah I'm currently living with my father and grandparents. It's seriously a fucking hoot. I'm registering in the negative spectrem here, Sorta suicidal, wanting good change, and suffering through all at the fucking same time. I think the only honest thing I could say is that I'm fucking lonely as shit, bored as shit, and depressed as shit. Problem is that there is still this dim microscopic ray of hope kicking around. Fucking pushing or pulling my ass through this shit. I fake the emotions of happiness and content. It's a mixture of Calvin and Hobbes, Wilco, and Dead Like Me that keeps me distracted. Thank god for Poets, Artists, Musicians, and FilmMakers. Uh, I need to get drunk or something, gota finish some shit and get my ass to Denver. I feel like snowboarding and getting one of those Rocky Mountain Highs, they always talk about.

Eh, sorry for the fucking dramatic lament, but it's not like anyone actually reads this anyway.