The Reason This Journal Is Titled "Random Rants"
I've been so crazy busy that I haven't been able to keep up on lj. I've tried. I'm now on Monday of this week. This makes me feel left out. Left behind. Out of sorts.
And last night I nearly had a nervous break down, because I was sure that my boyfriend was dead. Due to miscommunication, I thought he was on his way home and then nothing for two hours. Nothing. I called and called and cried and cried and called the police and cried and smoked and cried like my little heart was going to burst open. Man, I fucking hate that feeling. When he called back, I still cried. So fucking relieved.
I want to say here that it reminded me of how in love with him I am, but that's not completely honest. Every damn day I know just exactly how in love with him I am. Sometimes that brings me Wordsworthian joy, and sometimes it brings me torturous pain, but I always know. Never any doubt. This kind of freaks me out sometimes.
I have stories for you, and so many things I want to share. I can't figure out where all my time is going. But I can't find any to spare.
I miss friends. When I can't go anywhere, lj takes the place of friends, but now that I'm behind, you won't hang out with me anymore.
I miss going out with friends. We always say "we should hang out sometime" and it never happens. I'm lonely for friends. And, again, my boy friends have stopped calling and hanging out with me. Fuckers.
This is possibly the most random piece of junk thing I've ever written. And yet all true.
So, now I have to go. Of course. I must now go commute for an hour and a half. Don't you just envy the shit out of me?
And last night I nearly had a nervous break down, because I was sure that my boyfriend was dead. Due to miscommunication, I thought he was on his way home and then nothing for two hours. Nothing. I called and called and cried and cried and called the police and cried and smoked and cried like my little heart was going to burst open. Man, I fucking hate that feeling. When he called back, I still cried. So fucking relieved.
I want to say here that it reminded me of how in love with him I am, but that's not completely honest. Every damn day I know just exactly how in love with him I am. Sometimes that brings me Wordsworthian joy, and sometimes it brings me torturous pain, but I always know. Never any doubt. This kind of freaks me out sometimes.
I have stories for you, and so many things I want to share. I can't figure out where all my time is going. But I can't find any to spare.
I miss friends. When I can't go anywhere, lj takes the place of friends, but now that I'm behind, you won't hang out with me anymore.
I miss going out with friends. We always say "we should hang out sometime" and it never happens. I'm lonely for friends. And, again, my boy friends have stopped calling and hanging out with me. Fuckers.
This is possibly the most random piece of junk thing I've ever written. And yet all true.
So, now I have to go. Of course. I must now go commute for an hour and a half. Don't you just envy the shit out of me?