thoughts from the bath
please note first and foremost that anything i say here is much more of an admission of guilt as opposed to any sort of an accusation.
temporarily uniting with others over a common dislike of another is not going to make anyone feel any less lonely in the end. it's going to be you next. maybe we could start bonding over other things? even connecting over our shared loneliness would be more effective.
seriously, does talking shit make you feel better in the long run?
anyway. my name is jessica. i am twenty-one years old and even though the new one is better, i like the first black eyes record the most. i listen to ace of base and the smashing pumpkins almost every single day. i can't snap my fingers. i have a dog that chews everything. i'm a pretty good speller. i don't really want to be in school, but i'd like to be learning school-like things. now that i've missed my chance to take classes this semester, i'm pretty heartbroken about it. i miss my mama and my daddy. i called my grandparents today to wish them a happy grandparents' day and i bonded with my grandmother over cajun french. she taught me some new words and when she got excited that i remembered how to pronounce my numbers, i seriously almost cried. i rarely feel like anything greater than a failure lately, so positive acknowledgement overwhelms me. i like to read and i am going to tonight. this week i am going to get another job so i can have money to do things but not the time or energy. the contradictory life i lead frustrates me at times. sometimes i think that things will work out for me eventually even though i have no plan and loans to pay soon. most of the time i just panic. some days i fall in love with anyone who smiles in my direction. some days i wish i could make myself fall in love. most days i'd rather be home reading.
happy birthday little bang bang.
temporarily uniting with others over a common dislike of another is not going to make anyone feel any less lonely in the end. it's going to be you next. maybe we could start bonding over other things? even connecting over our shared loneliness would be more effective.
seriously, does talking shit make you feel better in the long run?
anyway. my name is jessica. i am twenty-one years old and even though the new one is better, i like the first black eyes record the most. i listen to ace of base and the smashing pumpkins almost every single day. i can't snap my fingers. i have a dog that chews everything. i'm a pretty good speller. i don't really want to be in school, but i'd like to be learning school-like things. now that i've missed my chance to take classes this semester, i'm pretty heartbroken about it. i miss my mama and my daddy. i called my grandparents today to wish them a happy grandparents' day and i bonded with my grandmother over cajun french. she taught me some new words and when she got excited that i remembered how to pronounce my numbers, i seriously almost cried. i rarely feel like anything greater than a failure lately, so positive acknowledgement overwhelms me. i like to read and i am going to tonight. this week i am going to get another job so i can have money to do things but not the time or energy. the contradictory life i lead frustrates me at times. sometimes i think that things will work out for me eventually even though i have no plan and loans to pay soon. most of the time i just panic. some days i fall in love with anyone who smiles in my direction. some days i wish i could make myself fall in love. most days i'd rather be home reading.
happy birthday little bang bang.