I've seen a man cry I've seen a man shoutout afraid losing the woman he loves...
uuhg.
note to self: never drink red bull....again.
I had a can at 12 and I was literally running around until 330 when it was out of my system and I got completely exhausted. not only was I so tired and sore because I had been running around, but I felt so depressed. I just wanted to cry so I sat in the back room because michelle said I did awesome work and could have a short rest. also, I gave some girl money to buy me food and she shorted me like 2 bucks. I was like what the fuck. and I got trained on a whole bunch of new stuff that the other girls havent been trained on so I felt special and she kept me late with her because she said she liked working with me. she asked if I had a "partner" cuz I was talking about valentines day and I laughed. I also saw this girl that had a fall out boy sweat shirt on and I was like "whoa....fall out boy?" and pointed to the broken heart separated by a zipper and her mom was like "joe is her room mate! and his best friend is her boy friend" I was like "no fuckin way! I love them. havent seen them since the philips where I was completely stunned. I totally remember you too" and she was like "next time theyre in town it'll be at the canopy. you should come out" and I was so stoked. she looked a little pregnant which made me smile.
today a guy and a girl (obviously a couple) came in to sell their clothes and I asked if they were selling it separatly and they looked at eachother and said yes. and that made me really fucking sad. it reminded me of a divorce or something. that they wanted things separate and wanted their own money. I think they should have taken the money they made and went out to dinner or something. that would have been better. It just strengthened my hate of divorce.
I dont belong with the people I call my friends.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry oh my gosh I'm sorry and apologizing"
I'm exhausted and it's only sunday. I still have a whole week. I can never catch up on sleep, not even on weekends where I'm up at 855 every saturday and sunday and no matter how tired I am I can never get myself to stop thinking and sleep. Mom says I'm wearing myself. she thinks I'm working more to not have time to think. and she thinks I'm breakind down.
I'm so fucking scared.
I want to watch Bye Bye Love.
note to self: never drink red bull....again.
I had a can at 12 and I was literally running around until 330 when it was out of my system and I got completely exhausted. not only was I so tired and sore because I had been running around, but I felt so depressed. I just wanted to cry so I sat in the back room because michelle said I did awesome work and could have a short rest. also, I gave some girl money to buy me food and she shorted me like 2 bucks. I was like what the fuck. and I got trained on a whole bunch of new stuff that the other girls havent been trained on so I felt special and she kept me late with her because she said she liked working with me. she asked if I had a "partner" cuz I was talking about valentines day and I laughed. I also saw this girl that had a fall out boy sweat shirt on and I was like "whoa....fall out boy?" and pointed to the broken heart separated by a zipper and her mom was like "joe is her room mate! and his best friend is her boy friend" I was like "no fuckin way! I love them. havent seen them since the philips where I was completely stunned. I totally remember you too" and she was like "next time theyre in town it'll be at the canopy. you should come out" and I was so stoked. she looked a little pregnant which made me smile.
today a guy and a girl (obviously a couple) came in to sell their clothes and I asked if they were selling it separatly and they looked at eachother and said yes. and that made me really fucking sad. it reminded me of a divorce or something. that they wanted things separate and wanted their own money. I think they should have taken the money they made and went out to dinner or something. that would have been better. It just strengthened my hate of divorce.
I dont belong with the people I call my friends.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry oh my gosh I'm sorry and apologizing"
I'm exhausted and it's only sunday. I still have a whole week. I can never catch up on sleep, not even on weekends where I'm up at 855 every saturday and sunday and no matter how tired I am I can never get myself to stop thinking and sleep. Mom says I'm wearing myself. she thinks I'm working more to not have time to think. and she thinks I'm breakind down.
I'm so fucking scared.
I want to watch Bye Bye Love.