grr
I hate being pointlessly angry. I hate being pointlessly jealous. I hate being pointlessly sad. And what it all comes down to, I hate PMS.
I'm confused relationship-wise, which is understandable, since it hasn't been that long after Jeremy, though it was kinda unraveling anyways, not a big surprise. I don't know what I want. I wish I did, it'd make a lot of things simpler.
The real point of this post was to proclaim that I am going to Missoula tomorrow and staying the night at Jamie's place. I get to see Kyle and Brian and Jamie and whoever else cares. Yay. That should be better than sitting around. Except I have to get up early enough to take a shower, get my car's oil changed, and drive the 2 hours to Missoula. WEEEEE.
And I have a stomach ache. Joy.
I'm confused relationship-wise, which is understandable, since it hasn't been that long after Jeremy, though it was kinda unraveling anyways, not a big surprise. I don't know what I want. I wish I did, it'd make a lot of things simpler.
The real point of this post was to proclaim that I am going to Missoula tomorrow and staying the night at Jamie's place. I get to see Kyle and Brian and Jamie and whoever else cares. Yay. That should be better than sitting around. Except I have to get up early enough to take a shower, get my car's oil changed, and drive the 2 hours to Missoula. WEEEEE.
And I have a stomach ache. Joy.