Waste Time...
Essentially Livejournal has become nothing more than a place where I can whinge and vent about all the bad parts of my life when I'm feeling particularly shit. I never seem to get the urge to post when something good's happening. Here comes another one anyway.
Why did I let myself get like that? Surely I should know from past experience that when I fall head over heels I'm just setting myself up for a bigger fall. If you'd asked me before the fall I probably would have told you I thought this time would be different, and I suppose it did look that way. Things certainly started off a whole lot better than they normally would, but it still ended the same. I can never be as good as the image you'll have of the guy you've never met, it was never really a fair competition.
On top of that all my friends probably think I'm avoiding them. Missed calls, ignored texts, not getting in contact, changing/ignoring plans. It's pretty obvious how it looks that way, but there's no doubt in my mind about it. I'm not avoiding anyone, I'm just going through another lazy patch where getting out of bed in the morning is a tough enough task on its own, never mind then getting ready, finding clean clothes and making a huge trek. I sometimes wish everyone I cared about lived within a mile of me like the old days.
Why did I let myself get like that? Surely I should know from past experience that when I fall head over heels I'm just setting myself up for a bigger fall. If you'd asked me before the fall I probably would have told you I thought this time would be different, and I suppose it did look that way. Things certainly started off a whole lot better than they normally would, but it still ended the same. I can never be as good as the image you'll have of the guy you've never met, it was never really a fair competition.
On top of that all my friends probably think I'm avoiding them. Missed calls, ignored texts, not getting in contact, changing/ignoring plans. It's pretty obvious how it looks that way, but there's no doubt in my mind about it. I'm not avoiding anyone, I'm just going through another lazy patch where getting out of bed in the morning is a tough enough task on its own, never mind then getting ready, finding clean clothes and making a huge trek. I sometimes wish everyone I cared about lived within a mile of me like the old days.