so... i make the old you come out... i like the old you.. i miss the old you.
you shouldnt have told me that.. and yet i want to know more... god why didnt you fucking call me back... :( i know the next day you did and you told me you fell asleep but i dont remember any other part of our conversation... i was so out of it myself. and as its now saturday morning i wont be at work and you wont call me... if you dont call me monday i might actually get pissed...
recent findings... im a moron... one of the people i got close to... is in love with someone else and finally up and told me... im actually glad she told me though... cuz i kinda want someone else at the same time.. someone ive wanted before and still want.. someone who for some reason i feel at ease with even if we fight over dumb shit.. meh... were so differnt and yet... i want that? its fucking weird... but yeah...
im still writing just not as much as i was before... i think part of its writers block and part of its lack of inspiration and part of its.. i fucking cant stand how busy ive felt lately... i need alcohol lol.
come see me... ill talk you out of your pants.
and mils is slowly becoming a friend i can talk to.. she doesnt take anything i say serious but she asked me something that i had to give a serious answer to and i did. and it was weird there for a minute but it just went right back.. shelley ftw!1!
call me monday.... even if you gotta call me at the house before i go to work or after i go to work.... just call me *hopes writing this that wont be read ever has some sort of magical power to impregnate your mind*
recent findings... im a moron... one of the people i got close to... is in love with someone else and finally up and told me... im actually glad she told me though... cuz i kinda want someone else at the same time.. someone ive wanted before and still want.. someone who for some reason i feel at ease with even if we fight over dumb shit.. meh... were so differnt and yet... i want that? its fucking weird... but yeah...
im still writing just not as much as i was before... i think part of its writers block and part of its lack of inspiration and part of its.. i fucking cant stand how busy ive felt lately... i need alcohol lol.
come see me... ill talk you out of your pants.
and mils is slowly becoming a friend i can talk to.. she doesnt take anything i say serious but she asked me something that i had to give a serious answer to and i did. and it was weird there for a minute but it just went right back.. shelley ftw!1!
call me monday.... even if you gotta call me at the house before i go to work or after i go to work.... just call me *hopes writing this that wont be read ever has some sort of magical power to impregnate your mind*