I don't know how today's going to end. I don't know what today is going to mean. I don't know how you feel. I don't know what you want. I don't know a lot of things. I'm sorry, but what am I supposed to do? Pretend you care?
It's been a rough 24 hours... I think I'm ok. I just hate this feeling in the pit of my stomach. I know what it means. But I think I'm ok. I hope so anyways.
I didn't do much productive today. I spent a lot of time outside in the storm. And a lot of time inside, staring at a blank computer screen. It used to be that in times like these, words flowed off my fingertips at light speed.... now they just.... drip off. I have to work so hard.... The only thing close to productive that I did today was that I took this old shirt I never wear & cut some holes in it so maybe it would look cooler, that I might wear it more often. I always feel bad having shirts that just sit in the bottom of my drawer, so I try to make them better to wear... if I had a sewing machine I would hem up the edges I cut today, but mostly I'm too lazy.
Yesterday was more productive. I dropped off 4 job applications, and then went grocery shopping with Bill & Joe. During the day everything was fine, it was in the evening when everything started to go downhill... *sigh* I don't feel like telling everyone on the world wide web about it tho.
I'm hoping this weekend ends up to be much better than last nite's happenings indicates it to be.... >.>
*~Giselle~*