Negative Nancy
Today I sat with a friend and his roommate on their balcony and just chit-chatted. Man I miss that! Living alone DEF has it's downsides. I miss sitting on the balcony in our PJs, smoking, and laughing hysterically about insignificant things. That's life, ya know? Stupid shit like that. That's what makes memories. It's AMAZING to me what time does, and how people change...how they fuck you over.
I sometimes feel like I've grown up too fast. Moved in with a boy when I was 20. We'd been dating since I was 17. From ages 21-23, I did the 'college stuff'...you know, your grades slip, you're high, you let random guys grind on you in clubs, you're drunk, you get sick satisfaction out of making males yearn for you, and often fuck due to physical attraction alone. At least these are the things I call my 'college stuff.' I don't want to go back to that. I'm merely using that to express how short a time I had before everything got serious and grown up. Now I spend the majority of my time at work and come home to a Puffer fish that doesn't even puff.
I have no idea where I'm going with this. Blame it on PMS if you like. Point is: During social activities today...I missed the 'old times.' Not for their clouded thoughts, and less than better judgment...but for the companionship. Sometimes I just want to cry, other times I want to cut my own throat, but instead I purge my gripes into an online journal...
yay.
I sometimes feel like I've grown up too fast. Moved in with a boy when I was 20. We'd been dating since I was 17. From ages 21-23, I did the 'college stuff'...you know, your grades slip, you're high, you let random guys grind on you in clubs, you're drunk, you get sick satisfaction out of making males yearn for you, and often fuck due to physical attraction alone. At least these are the things I call my 'college stuff.' I don't want to go back to that. I'm merely using that to express how short a time I had before everything got serious and grown up. Now I spend the majority of my time at work and come home to a Puffer fish that doesn't even puff.
I have no idea where I'm going with this. Blame it on PMS if you like. Point is: During social activities today...I missed the 'old times.' Not for their clouded thoughts, and less than better judgment...but for the companionship. Sometimes I just want to cry, other times I want to cut my own throat, but instead I purge my gripes into an online journal...
yay.