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bothered by thoughts bouncing around in my head. all these skittles i eat and no one to talk to...this city is filled with people, but no one has a fucking answer,
i got what i needed, through the wires and satellites from a far away city and a far away friend. the last person i thought i would hear it from, but the words were perfect, and needed, and harsh.
i dont know, it gives be some sort of direction, some sort of standard. i'm waiting until a certain holiday passes to deal with this issue....
the more i act like a bitch at work and tell people off, the more the servers respect me and actually seem to want to get to know me. wtf? being nice doesnt work? okay, so i fake being a bad ass, but at least no one wastes time giving me shit anymore or tries to get under my skin.
the candy i share probably helps, too.
i swear, you can melt the most awful people just by sharing a bag of skittles.
it's my secret weapon.
i hate living alone.
coming home to an empty house sucks.
waking up in an empty house sucks, too.
tom says i should write more. my thoughts have lost all sense of being cohesive. maybe it's just the sugar high.
i got what i needed, through the wires and satellites from a far away city and a far away friend. the last person i thought i would hear it from, but the words were perfect, and needed, and harsh.
i dont know, it gives be some sort of direction, some sort of standard. i'm waiting until a certain holiday passes to deal with this issue....
the more i act like a bitch at work and tell people off, the more the servers respect me and actually seem to want to get to know me. wtf? being nice doesnt work? okay, so i fake being a bad ass, but at least no one wastes time giving me shit anymore or tries to get under my skin.
the candy i share probably helps, too.
i swear, you can melt the most awful people just by sharing a bag of skittles.
it's my secret weapon.
i hate living alone.
coming home to an empty house sucks.
waking up in an empty house sucks, too.
tom says i should write more. my thoughts have lost all sense of being cohesive. maybe it's just the sugar high.