it was nice waking up next to you
i don't know anymore. i try hard to make things in some way decent again but sometimes i don't think people like to see, or realize that i'm trying because i want to, not because i fee like i "have to". because i don't. i miss my friends, and i hate to think that the friendships i have are somewhat less than what they once were, nothings makes me more disappointed in myself, alone and, sick to my stomach because i am making the effort, i just wish you could see that. partially, probably in most peoples eyes, mostly my fault that things get this way because of my sensitivity and stuborness.. even though we're all like that. i feel out of control, like i 'don't know' how to fix things for me right now because obviously what i'm doing right now isn't working. its hard having something in my life that can make me the happiest little girl in the world and not being able to enjoy it sometimes because of circumstances with.. time and a worry mind that someone has a problem..?
over it.
on another note it was good waking up to joey and hearing how loud i was snoring and later seeing marisa who i haven't seen in, it seems like years, today and looking at pictures of 5th grade, and talking about people who we think have disappeared from the face of the earth.
over it.
on another note it was good waking up to joey and hearing how loud i was snoring and later seeing marisa who i haven't seen in, it seems like years, today and looking at pictures of 5th grade, and talking about people who we think have disappeared from the face of the earth.