Morning
I think I really like sunday mornings, at least today: being the only one awake or home means that I can turn up the Veronicas or Lady GaGa really fucking loud while I cook breakfast without wearing any pants which is...um, cute. Then I can play Animal Crossing: city folk and get all the goodies before my mother can, sweeeet.
Ugh, I really miss one of some of my friends. I keep telling myself to call or text them or just show up on someone's front porch asking "can you come out to play?", but I've gotten too shy and agoraphobic to even do that. Then I feel like a terrible person and I don't want to talk to them, and then it turns into this weird cycle of self-pity and cowardice? I know I could just do something about it...but then I feel like I should've done something a long time ago. I could have done anything!
Instead I'm listening to the Pussycat Dolls on my sunady morning. Okay, time to go play Animal Crossing...then I have to get ready for work.
Ugh, I really miss one of some of my friends. I keep telling myself to call or text them or just show up on someone's front porch asking "can you come out to play?", but I've gotten too shy and agoraphobic to even do that. Then I feel like a terrible person and I don't want to talk to them, and then it turns into this weird cycle of self-pity and cowardice? I know I could just do something about it...but then I feel like I should've done something a long time ago. I could have done anything!
Instead I'm listening to the Pussycat Dolls on my sunady morning. Okay, time to go play Animal Crossing...then I have to get ready for work.