TIME
i have been feeling so disconnected from everyone. i don't think my friends even know who i am anymore. there is no time anymore to hang around and do absolutely nothing with eachother....which always had a way of turning into lasting childhood memories somehow..? not sure how, but that's how it happened.
now it's like everyone's on this crazy timed life-cycle and if we are to see eachother anymore it has to be like: "ok, at oh-three-hundred hours i've got three point five minutes in which to converse blah blah..."
it makes me want to fucking scream!!!!!!!!
it also makes me give up and do nothing about it what-so-ever. so i go to my nana's house in my spare time and go on the internet and watch adam sandler movies, clean out my car and worry about how my boobs are too small.
and i almost didn't even write in this fucking journal, like i usually don't....but i thought i would so that people might believe i'm still alive and breathing.
i also specifically am feeling kinda bad coz A finally came to see me and i was so excited, but we didn't do anything or talk about much and i didn't even get to hear any of her stories about foreign lands much. so i was busy in the kitchen trying to make sure my baby was happy and fed, and she left. i can't blame them...i lead i boring life, but i just wish i had more time.
i want time to piss away. i do.
anyway, i gonna finish cleaning out my car now and then i'll have to be off...resuming the fact that i'm a slave to my son's schedule. ho-hum.
really, i love my little boy, though.
confusing, contradicting interests. scream!!!!!!!!!!!!!
now it's like everyone's on this crazy timed life-cycle and if we are to see eachother anymore it has to be like: "ok, at oh-three-hundred hours i've got three point five minutes in which to converse blah blah..."
it makes me want to fucking scream!!!!!!!!
it also makes me give up and do nothing about it what-so-ever. so i go to my nana's house in my spare time and go on the internet and watch adam sandler movies, clean out my car and worry about how my boobs are too small.
and i almost didn't even write in this fucking journal, like i usually don't....but i thought i would so that people might believe i'm still alive and breathing.
i also specifically am feeling kinda bad coz A finally came to see me and i was so excited, but we didn't do anything or talk about much and i didn't even get to hear any of her stories about foreign lands much. so i was busy in the kitchen trying to make sure my baby was happy and fed, and she left. i can't blame them...i lead i boring life, but i just wish i had more time.
i want time to piss away. i do.
anyway, i gonna finish cleaning out my car now and then i'll have to be off...resuming the fact that i'm a slave to my son's schedule. ho-hum.
really, i love my little boy, though.
confusing, contradicting interests. scream!!!!!!!!!!!!!