i barely even know whats going on anymore
so i have no clue what happened last night. someone was angry with me for something i said that was true. maybe i was blunt, but honestly, i feel as though that person needed to hear that. people should stop feeling sorry for themselves. things arent as complicated as they seem.
i am really hungry andi have something specific on my mind. i hate it when you cant stop thinking about something. and you are like *FUCK YOU THOUGHTS* but they dont go away, even though you dont want them. arg.
last night i had a craxy dream. it involved everybody i talked to last night. i cant even begin to describe it, weird how my mind works.
im about ready to see some new faces. because the normal crowd is like *we hate you or eachother* and somehow i am always involved or in the middle, and i dont like being in that position.
recently some new people have been super chill. and when i told someone that they like attacked me. that really got to me. am i not allowed to think people are cool?
i fucking love this song. and im glad im listening to it.
its one of those days, where you sit, and youre just like *whats happening around me?*
last night i so badly wanted to talk to someone. a serious conversation. i dunno, i randomly get the urges to have a completely serious talk, and an intelligent one at that. but i dunno if that person wants to talk to me like that. so i talked to mike, hes such a good kid.
i stayed up so late last night. i fell asleep downstairs watching behind the music on mary j. blige. so i woke up at like 3. and went to bed.
i just wanna talk to a real person. that exists. right now. jesus. sometimes, is that too much to ask for? someone who will just talk. set aside their fucking babyness, and just talk. and jeff, that was not directed towards you, that was directed towards everybody.
ok mike just imed me, maybei can get an intelligent convo out of him
i am really hungry andi have something specific on my mind. i hate it when you cant stop thinking about something. and you are like *FUCK YOU THOUGHTS* but they dont go away, even though you dont want them. arg.
last night i had a craxy dream. it involved everybody i talked to last night. i cant even begin to describe it, weird how my mind works.
im about ready to see some new faces. because the normal crowd is like *we hate you or eachother* and somehow i am always involved or in the middle, and i dont like being in that position.
recently some new people have been super chill. and when i told someone that they like attacked me. that really got to me. am i not allowed to think people are cool?
i fucking love this song. and im glad im listening to it.
its one of those days, where you sit, and youre just like *whats happening around me?*
last night i so badly wanted to talk to someone. a serious conversation. i dunno, i randomly get the urges to have a completely serious talk, and an intelligent one at that. but i dunno if that person wants to talk to me like that. so i talked to mike, hes such a good kid.
i stayed up so late last night. i fell asleep downstairs watching behind the music on mary j. blige. so i woke up at like 3. and went to bed.
i just wanna talk to a real person. that exists. right now. jesus. sometimes, is that too much to ask for? someone who will just talk. set aside their fucking babyness, and just talk. and jeff, that was not directed towards you, that was directed towards everybody.
ok mike just imed me, maybei can get an intelligent convo out of him