And I've got two bullets to do it with!
I'm on fire
but I don't think I'm ready
to bust a move
check it out
I'm rockin steady
to the beat in my head
woo. That song is just fun. and happy.
Okay, so another minor (?) obstacle in the path of my life. Morgan apparently got very very drunk and made out with one (two?) girls one night. (Excuse my lack of detail here, I was pretty stoned and upset when he told me what happened.)
When he first told me I didn't want to care.
But then my brain tricked me into thinking about it.
And the more I thought about it the more I felt a plethora of uncomfortable emotions. Am I good enough? Exciting enough? Attractive enough? Was our Valentine's day extravaganza motivated by guilt? How can I wear the jewelery he gave me if it is? We haven't even been on the same page this last month! Is Morgan the same person I thought he was? Has he changed? Have I changed?
And on and on and on until I really didn't think I could stand it anymore.
So I cried a lot. And I missed Morgan a lot, and hated myself for missing him.
(Don't understand? Listen to this song: Joan Jett -- I Hate Myself For Loving You)
And then he called me even though I told him not to, and we talked for a bit, and eventually made up. (which we all knew was going to happen anyways.)
And honestly, I am over it. I'm leaving bright and early Thursday morning to begin searching for a home in Arizona. I'm actually going to leave this stupid little whitebread town and escape my family.
I wish it were Thursday already.
but I don't think I'm ready
to bust a move
check it out
I'm rockin steady
to the beat in my head
woo. That song is just fun. and happy.
Okay, so another minor (?) obstacle in the path of my life. Morgan apparently got very very drunk and made out with one (two?) girls one night. (Excuse my lack of detail here, I was pretty stoned and upset when he told me what happened.)
When he first told me I didn't want to care.
But then my brain tricked me into thinking about it.
And the more I thought about it the more I felt a plethora of uncomfortable emotions. Am I good enough? Exciting enough? Attractive enough? Was our Valentine's day extravaganza motivated by guilt? How can I wear the jewelery he gave me if it is? We haven't even been on the same page this last month! Is Morgan the same person I thought he was? Has he changed? Have I changed?
And on and on and on until I really didn't think I could stand it anymore.
So I cried a lot. And I missed Morgan a lot, and hated myself for missing him.
(Don't understand? Listen to this song: Joan Jett -- I Hate Myself For Loving You)
And then he called me even though I told him not to, and we talked for a bit, and eventually made up. (which we all knew was going to happen anyways.)
And honestly, I am over it. I'm leaving bright and early Thursday morning to begin searching for a home in Arizona. I'm actually going to leave this stupid little whitebread town and escape my family.
I wish it were Thursday already.