indie boys are neurotic. makes my eyes bleed. tight black pants, exotic. some loving is what i need.
my life is this ridiculous cycle that keeps continuing the same circles over and over again and i'm not getting anywhere.
i'm just sick of the same old, the same old feelings.
feeling like i'm back to being this awkward 12 year old girl who is shy in front of everyone and talks quietly and no one thinks twice about.
what the heck is the point of having this live journal anyway since only one person actually reads it now that i don't have a digital camera to post pictures?
all i do is whine a little bit, usually in some abstract manner so no one knows what i'm talking about.
i'm just sick of the same old, the same old feelings.
feeling like i'm back to being this awkward 12 year old girl who is shy in front of everyone and talks quietly and no one thinks twice about.
what the heck is the point of having this live journal anyway since only one person actually reads it now that i don't have a digital camera to post pictures?
all i do is whine a little bit, usually in some abstract manner so no one knows what i'm talking about.