crossroads with myself
Each day I keep waiting for something to happen to make things better with me.
Like a realization that will make me smile, or someone to say something that will fill the hole. But nothing keeps happening and it's not like I am looking for others to fix me, because I know that's stupid and won't work and that's how more problems are created. (ramble)
But I don't even know what I am looking for
but I am looking for something.
I want something else
I start (the same job) in a different store next monday. Maybe things will be better.
maybe they won't, but hey I'm trying. I really am.
Also in the past couple days, I realized how much of a horrible person I actually am for some of the things I do. It's like, I know what I am doing and I know I shouldn't do it, but I don't have the stop button inside of me.
I don't even know if I want one.
I wish I was able to go to New York.
Something about the streets there make me so comfortable.
haven't bitten my nails in 7-8 days? so yay.
Since summer is over and I am in mourning I painted them black.
my throat is burning like a motherfucker.
I hate him
I'm hot and cold and have a sweater on and no pants
I need new music.
I need a new name and life as well. Any suggestions on the name thing?
Like a realization that will make me smile, or someone to say something that will fill the hole. But nothing keeps happening and it's not like I am looking for others to fix me, because I know that's stupid and won't work and that's how more problems are created. (ramble)
But I don't even know what I am looking for
but I am looking for something.
I want something else
I start (the same job) in a different store next monday. Maybe things will be better.
maybe they won't, but hey I'm trying. I really am.
Also in the past couple days, I realized how much of a horrible person I actually am for some of the things I do. It's like, I know what I am doing and I know I shouldn't do it, but I don't have the stop button inside of me.
I don't even know if I want one.
I wish I was able to go to New York.
Something about the streets there make me so comfortable.
haven't bitten my nails in 7-8 days? so yay.
Since summer is over and I am in mourning I painted them black.
my throat is burning like a motherfucker.
I hate him
I'm hot and cold and have a sweater on and no pants
I need new music.
I need a new name and life as well. Any suggestions on the name thing?