it makes sense, i promise.
i'm feeling quite strangely. everyone seems to be drunk. people, stop getting drunk. it's not good for you and it makes you look bad. but then again, who am i to criticize something i've never done before? who am i to criticize anything? do you know who you are to criticize anything? probably not. but you probably do it anyway. people like to criticize. i wonder if people like to criticize me "behind my back." okay enough of that word. it looks strange.
i want answers to questions that probably won't ever be answered. i want to know why i have feelings that i have, and why they never get reciprocated, and then i end up feeling like i get absolutely nothing. in reality, i don't get absolutely nothing. it's just how i feel sometimes. because i don't seem to get what i want a lot of the time. "fantasy is what people want but reality is what they need."
at work, i have a hard time putting lids on frappucinos after i apply(?) the whipped cream to the top of them. i always make a mess. today this strangely attractive boy told me that it was okay and to just give it to him. it made me feel stupid and then i didn't care. i didn't realize that he was watching me, though. which is a good thing, or else i would have made an even bigger mess. i think he was wearing a pink tie. i was wearing a blue one. i felt like i knew him from somewhere.
i wish alysa wasn't away from woodland hills. i've been missing her a lot and i think that's why i feel sad tonight. it's been a really long time since her and i have gone without seeing each other like this. i don't like it. she is my drug and i have quite the dependency. anyway, tacha is probably looking at stevie nicks right this second. how odd.
i want answers to questions that probably won't ever be answered. i want to know why i have feelings that i have, and why they never get reciprocated, and then i end up feeling like i get absolutely nothing. in reality, i don't get absolutely nothing. it's just how i feel sometimes. because i don't seem to get what i want a lot of the time. "fantasy is what people want but reality is what they need."
at work, i have a hard time putting lids on frappucinos after i apply(?) the whipped cream to the top of them. i always make a mess. today this strangely attractive boy told me that it was okay and to just give it to him. it made me feel stupid and then i didn't care. i didn't realize that he was watching me, though. which is a good thing, or else i would have made an even bigger mess. i think he was wearing a pink tie. i was wearing a blue one. i felt like i knew him from somewhere.
i wish alysa wasn't away from woodland hills. i've been missing her a lot and i think that's why i feel sad tonight. it's been a really long time since her and i have gone without seeing each other like this. i don't like it. she is my drug and i have quite the dependency. anyway, tacha is probably looking at stevie nicks right this second. how odd.