Huh
I realized that I fucking complain too much. Even now I'm complaining about complaining, lol.
So Whitney's b-day was Friday...I tried to make amends by sending her a message through Facebook wishing her happy b-day and trying to re-friend her. They always say "third time's a charm", but evidently when its friending someone for a third time it isn't cause she sure as hell didn't approve, lol ;) But I realize I need to just let it go, forget about her as much as I can. For some reason I can't and wish I could. Fuck, its been 3 years since we met and over 2 years since I left her. We didn't even fucking make it to either of our birthdays, and I just need to man-up and forget her. Its funny, I never remembered her cell # until after I left her...
My life really is stuck in a rut. I still try to mask myself and give the illusion that I'm happy, but truthfully I'm not all that happy. Obviously I'm annoyed that I complain too much, but I'm more annoyed at how alone I feel all the time. Meh, that's life...
One thing I am happy about is that I finally left my pysch. Its been 4-5 months since I had a visit with her and I'm glad to be gone. In the end it was a whole song and dance routine, IMO. I'd bitch about work cause there was nothing else I wanted to talk about cause she just wasn't helping. So I'm at least happy I've got that out of my life...
On a totally random note, one more week until the new Jack's Mannequin cd comes out. Excited!
So Whitney's b-day was Friday...I tried to make amends by sending her a message through Facebook wishing her happy b-day and trying to re-friend her. They always say "third time's a charm", but evidently when its friending someone for a third time it isn't cause she sure as hell didn't approve, lol ;) But I realize I need to just let it go, forget about her as much as I can. For some reason I can't and wish I could. Fuck, its been 3 years since we met and over 2 years since I left her. We didn't even fucking make it to either of our birthdays, and I just need to man-up and forget her. Its funny, I never remembered her cell # until after I left her...
My life really is stuck in a rut. I still try to mask myself and give the illusion that I'm happy, but truthfully I'm not all that happy. Obviously I'm annoyed that I complain too much, but I'm more annoyed at how alone I feel all the time. Meh, that's life...
One thing I am happy about is that I finally left my pysch. Its been 4-5 months since I had a visit with her and I'm glad to be gone. In the end it was a whole song and dance routine, IMO. I'd bitch about work cause there was nothing else I wanted to talk about cause she just wasn't helping. So I'm at least happy I've got that out of my life...
On a totally random note, one more week until the new Jack's Mannequin cd comes out. Excited!