Your eyes give you away.
It kind of sucks that I can't escape my mom's childish antics, even when I am out of town. She called me last night, and apparently a lot of drama went down. "You need to find out about school up there, you can't come back here." Blah, blah, blah. I swore to her that I wouldn't treat her like shit if she didn't throw her emotional baggage all over me. We can never seem to meet in the middle.
My Tom Petty DVD is making me happy right now. I don't care what anyone says, I could watch him sing all day long.
For the longest time I never wanted to pyschoanalyze myself, but last night I think I have it figured out a little. Since I've had nothing but negative male figures in my life, I search for stability, and sometimes that stability is found in the wrong people, the wrong form of relationships, and most of the time that stability is made up in my own head.
I'm sure I'm completely wrong, but for now I'm embracing the ignorance and dismissing it as sheer bliss.
My Tom Petty DVD is making me happy right now. I don't care what anyone says, I could watch him sing all day long.
For the longest time I never wanted to pyschoanalyze myself, but last night I think I have it figured out a little. Since I've had nothing but negative male figures in my life, I search for stability, and sometimes that stability is found in the wrong people, the wrong form of relationships, and most of the time that stability is made up in my own head.
I'm sure I'm completely wrong, but for now I'm embracing the ignorance and dismissing it as sheer bliss.