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things are getting retro.
there are 7 people living in this house and
3 of them don't belong.
or, at the very least, i don't belong.
it's always cold
and greasy
and i swear,
i really do,
that my scale has been bewitched
because the numbers flicker lower between days.
i just want to pack up my cats and pretend like i don't
know anyone anymore
and learn some new things.
my old best friend got kicked out of her house and she never even told me.
she got a new boyfriend and moved in with him.
i know i've said it before, but i'm truly burning this last bridge.
she doesn't know that i'm living with my dad now or that i fainted in the bathroom at work
the other day or that i'm really not doing okay.
well, i haven't told anyone.
i'm embarassed and a little sad because i can't stop things
or make them better.
i once accused myself of being too open
and now i'm so secretive about what's going on in my life
that i legitimately can't even comprehend it.
it's origami.
i would tell you what's going on, but what's the use?
it's not going to help anything and you just would have read it
and shrugged your shoulders because you are not obligated to care.
i'm probably going to leave livejournal because
i get too overwhelmed reading everyone's entries and end up feeling ultimately useless and/or lonely.
there are 7 people living in this house and
3 of them don't belong.
or, at the very least, i don't belong.
it's always cold
and greasy
and i swear,
i really do,
that my scale has been bewitched
because the numbers flicker lower between days.
i just want to pack up my cats and pretend like i don't
know anyone anymore
and learn some new things.
my old best friend got kicked out of her house and she never even told me.
she got a new boyfriend and moved in with him.
i know i've said it before, but i'm truly burning this last bridge.
she doesn't know that i'm living with my dad now or that i fainted in the bathroom at work
the other day or that i'm really not doing okay.
well, i haven't told anyone.
i'm embarassed and a little sad because i can't stop things
or make them better.
i once accused myself of being too open
and now i'm so secretive about what's going on in my life
that i legitimately can't even comprehend it.
it's origami.
i would tell you what's going on, but what's the use?
it's not going to help anything and you just would have read it
and shrugged your shoulders because you are not obligated to care.
i'm probably going to leave livejournal because
i get too overwhelmed reading everyone's entries and end up feeling ultimately useless and/or lonely.