If only you'd start breathing, I'd court you exclusively
I'm feeling quite glum for no apparent reason... though I can assume it's because of a few things I just really don't want to think about.
I don't think I'm really lonely. I have plenty of friends and family and parties and whatever. I've just been writing more since being single. I think I've actually been single for a long time, but couldn't let go of her. Or her. Then I was forced to let go of both, in their own separate ways.
I dislike that a gay boy straightened my hair last night. I'm not mad that he was gay, more that he messed with my hair. Not that I'm particularly fond of my current hairstyle, I just dislike people forcibly changing things. I don't know... I let him do it. Maybe it's just that he's friends with her. We'd actually get along great, but he's friends with her. Whatever... I'm writing about stupid fucking hair. I just don't want to think about the other stuffffff.
I care less about everything now. Part of growing up or part of growing apathetic?
I don't think I'm really lonely. I have plenty of friends and family and parties and whatever. I've just been writing more since being single. I think I've actually been single for a long time, but couldn't let go of her. Or her. Then I was forced to let go of both, in their own separate ways.
I dislike that a gay boy straightened my hair last night. I'm not mad that he was gay, more that he messed with my hair. Not that I'm particularly fond of my current hairstyle, I just dislike people forcibly changing things. I don't know... I let him do it. Maybe it's just that he's friends with her. We'd actually get along great, but he's friends with her. Whatever... I'm writing about stupid fucking hair. I just don't want to think about the other stuffffff.
I care less about everything now. Part of growing up or part of growing apathetic?