Bloodwater

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Woohoo!  It's that time of year again!  Time for (drumroll) me to get another year older!  (complete silence)  Yes, well.  Anyway, I'm finally nineteen.  Unlike my eighteenth birthday, nineteen comes with no new and exciting priveleges.  Not that I ever really abused any of said priveleges last year, but still...it sorta felt nice knowing eighteen was one of those marker years.    Nineteen just feels sort of 'blah' by comparison.  All it seems to mean is that this is my first birthday away from home. Of course, that has it's perks.  My parents are a never-ending source of amusement this year.  They both seem to be trying to make up for the f

God dammit.  Here we go again.  I should be used to this by now.  I should expect it.  It happens often often.  But once again, I'm sitting here on my ass, all but growling at the damned computer screen like its done me some huge insult.  Kind of amusing, or rather it would be if I was in any way able to be amused right now.  I somehow slipped into "depressed mode" again.  This mode also translates to "I think I need to go to sleep.  Being awake just sucks too much to bear." I honestly don't know what brings these moods on.  Probably some combination of stress and frustration.  Of course, I'm no psychiatrist, so I can't say for certain.  I'm