There are some things in life I don't understand and never will,but I think I'm okay with that. I feel like I've written this post before. I probably have. I have the same thoughts all the time running thru my head. I wish I could get rid of them, but I won't fully let go until he's out of me, and he never will be.
Love is a bitch. I guess that's why girls/women fall into the trap so easily. Was that incredibly hateful? I didn't mean for it to be, but I made fun of myself in that statement too. I don't know...don't care either so bite me.
I'm at my apartment alone on a Saturday night and I'm going to bed after I finish this post. I've done homework for the past 2 hours, and I haven't eaten all day. Today was incredibly unproductive, and I don't like these kinds of days. The days that drag on for no particular reason where you feel like not doing anything although there are things you know you should be doing. Yes, that is me today.
Last night sucked a huge one as well. St. Patrick'sDay....whoopidie friggin' doo. I'm sure I'm going to spell a lot of things wrong so deal with it.
I'm being extremely negative and that's not me. It's not my intention so don't read too much into it. I love you all, I do.
I swear by it. I do. Believe me...whiskey is the cure for anything, especially Old Charter, but it won't cure me of this...as much as I drown myself in it lately...it hasn't helped.
Is there anyone out there?
I like these things: sittin' on the balcony with music, alcohol, conversation, and the occasional cigarette all the photos the laughs the smiles the hugs the handshakes, although there aren't many because we bring it in for the real thing the phone calls the people I spend my life with here in Ruston Ya'll are my everything, even though I don't think ya'll really know it.
i'm blah.
I must admit that I have a major "jones" for young guys that look older....I like extremely hairy men with receeding hairlines....that's me! I know that' s crazy,but that's what I like.
I don't like looking at old photos lately. I'm missing people too much. People that should enter my memory,b ut there shouldn't be a longing for them because they are in better places now. Being with me wouldn't help.
I'll Be by Edwin McCain is my favorite song of all time. Collide by Howie Day and You and Me by Lifehouse come very close to it, but none can top it. Tiny Dancer is my 2nd favorite song of all time. Am I cliche? I think no. However, you can't judge me.
I don't like not being able to have everything I want. That's life though...Now that I think about it the above comment is very selfish and bratty, but everyone thinks this at some point in their life. Mine just comes into play more now, because the one I want I can't have back at this point in life. It kills me inside. I'm slowly dying from the inside out, but I don't think anyone can see it all yet. Or at least I hope they can't.
I worry about my friends. I'm more likely to fuck up than the rest, and they are fucking up all around me, and I don't fell like I'm doing anything to help them. Am I a bad person for that?
Am I a bad person in general?
I want nothing more than to be completely happy like I was only 3 months ago. Why the fuck can't I ever get thrown a bone?
Forget it. |