Jan 15, 2007 18:24
Well, it's officially been over 24 hours and I am one irritable son of a bitch. Seems like I'm always ready to snap, my senses are just a little off, and the pressure in my chest that just won't fade away... Oh how I missed it... The stress of success.
Also today, when I wasn't concentrating on how much withdrawal sucks, I was starting to think that this whole solo act thing is kinda gettin old. Just for once, it might be nice to go on a regular, lame ass, date. There are a few problems with that though as there really are just two people I had in mind; Person A, that's a twisted story from hell that nobody wants to hear, Person B, well, she didn't really end anything, just made it clear for me to realize where things would most likely lead and so it was easy to go from there. So what does that leave me to do? I dunno, maybe I should just try to start with a clean slate and see what happens? Actually that's pretty much the mess mentioned with Person B. Well, maybe I just don't feel like playing the games anymore.
Less than a month now until I get these mother-fuckin' braces off, and I don't know what I'm gunna do to celebrate, but I can guarantee it'll be fun.