For the past two weeks, I've been um. Low in spirits. Present week, I am just bitter and pissed off at the world. And this is apparently me being led on.
I know life has to be deeper than highschool crushes and bad days, but at the same time. I don't think I really realize that. I don't even know who I am anymore. Sometimes, I am content to be the girl with the wide hips who runs funny. But I also know myself as the dependent bitch who needs to get her priorities straight. I want to fast forward to the future to see myself looking back at today thinking "PFFT. Why did I ever waste my time depressed over all of this," and come back to live life happy knowing that I will get over everything.
But, Oops. I think I've misplaced my time machine somewhere.
So bitches: play the fucking field.
Or get fucking played.