god damn it
I've been trying to hard lately to get Andi to talk to me. Even for a little bit. I've e-mailed her, texted her, Imed her...everything. She changed her cell number b/c of Nicole, and the only way I can get a hold of her is trying to call the apartment. I know I left Chicago because I was pissed at what she did, but I just needed some time to get over the whole thing first. It was a bit of shell shock and I didn't know what to do. So now, I sit here and hope that she'll even send me a message on myspace or and IM replying back to me. I miss my chicagoans, but not enough to deal with the bull shit that goes on up there. I'm going up to visit in a few weeks for Danny's birthday, and to return the stuff that I accidentally ran off with of Andi's. I just wish that I could turn back time and do shit all over again.
On another note, I've been extremely happy as of late. Until my basement flooded and ruined most of my art stuff. Luckily I saved the good stuff. I went out this past weekend, had a fucking blast with the girls out at Barb's. Played some flippy cup and lost horribly. I've finally started to feel like me. More outgoing, less emo kid. No more crazy pills. I can wake up in the morning a feel alive again. I like it. I've let a few people in on my dirty little secret. It feels better that I don't have to hide it from everyone anymore, but again it's a little weird. Eventually it will escape my fingers and into my journal, but until then you still get to wonder, and ponder....what is she hiding? Is is something obvious? Is it something we would never expect? The answer....when I'm good and ready I'll tell ya. :)
On another note, I've been extremely happy as of late. Until my basement flooded and ruined most of my art stuff. Luckily I saved the good stuff. I went out this past weekend, had a fucking blast with the girls out at Barb's. Played some flippy cup and lost horribly. I've finally started to feel like me. More outgoing, less emo kid. No more crazy pills. I can wake up in the morning a feel alive again. I like it. I've let a few people in on my dirty little secret. It feels better that I don't have to hide it from everyone anymore, but again it's a little weird. Eventually it will escape my fingers and into my journal, but until then you still get to wonder, and ponder....what is she hiding? Is is something obvious? Is it something we would never expect? The answer....when I'm good and ready I'll tell ya. :)