One of Those Kinda Weeks
This weekend none of the plans I tried to make turned out right, and worse, it's one of those times when no matter how stupid I know I sound I can't just shut up because my emotions are in control (damn teenage years). I've also used more swear words in the past few days than I usually do in a few months. I can't seem to deal with people at all, nor can I shake my insecurities. I was so happy for the past few months, and now I'm constantly looking for the smallest bit of reassurance that never seems to come. I guess understanding doesn't come without a fee. By the way, beating around the bush doesn't work. Most people just can't take a hint. Perhaps it's time that I stop taking all the blame.
Why don't I ever write when I'm happy?
Why don't I ever write when I'm happy?