A skip down memory lane

Wow... I actually used to be funny and interesting.. what happened there?! I've just been reading through some of my old posts after some dirty little perv searching for 'teenagerbutfucking' stumbled across my blog and found this. Quite disappointing I'm sure unless you like listening to me rant about Harry Potter or the sight of Daniel Radcliffe's tight ass.. But he obviously didn't stay too long. Oh well. But I digress.. I had a read through January 2007, you know when I used to be mildly entertaining and happy.. oh you don't remember that?.. Yeah, it has been a while.. I could probably pinpoint the exact post that I lost my sense of self and became a boring bastard, but I couldn't really be arsed reading through two years worth of posts.. *20mins later* Hmm, there actually weren't as many as I thought.. Wow, 2008 wasn't a good year for me.. Well.. I got to live with my gf for 6 months which was awesome at the time, but I completely lost myself in the process. I really need to rediscover that person.. she wasn't too bad. Maybe my happy pills will help me with that.. or, they will make me even more psychotic than I already am.. and fat.. I don't want to be fat.. that's why I stayed away from antidepressants.. plus I read the side effects on wikipedia and it scared the shit out of me. But we shall see.. I want to ask my voodoo lady first, see what she thinks. She is the knower of all.. If only she could tell me what I want to do with my life.. Coz atm I'm stuck. I need to find my direction in life.. Jesus I've become a boring depressive bastard again.. sorry.. positive thoughts positive thoughts, rainbow positive thoughts.. yeaaaah I have nothing..

EDIT: When I say my Voodoo lady, I don't actually mean Voodoo.. just in case you were like "omg she's actually gone insane, she does voodoo now".. She's my Craniosacral therapist.. but I swear she's psychic.. she knows everything.. so I call her my Voodoo lady. Just in case you were wondering.