Jul 17, 2006 23:07
I'd say about 90% of the time, I'm ok with being single. Really, I am. It's when I see other people happy or remember times when I was happy that everything goes to shit.
People say that it's bad to have regrets, but sometimes I just wish certain things never happened, or maybe happened in a different way. Is that so wrong?
Tonight, I threatened to run away from home. Then I actually thought about where I'd go and I couldn't think of anywhere. Sometimes I just get sick of Northbridge. And by sometimes, I mean often.
I'm getting really scared about going abroad. I think this stress is coming off as bitchiness and I feel bad about it. I'm just really freaking out. Sometimes it's easier to be mean to people than to tell them you're scared.
My dad keeps saying he wants to put the dog to sleep and it makes me want to cry everytime he brings it up, even though most of the time he's kidding. So what if the dog is allergic to everything, gets hurt all the time, and grows lumps all over himself? He's still my baby puppy dog.
I'm done being a Debbie Downer now. Enjoy the insane heat!