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I'm starting to believe that I have a label across my forehead that says, in extremely large font, "Feed me lies."
What is it about people, especially guys, that makes it so difficult to tell me the truth?! I just don't understand.
I've been pretty down lately, and no, I'm not crying out for attention or comments from people. I guess it's just easiest to let it out here. I don't know. It's so hard to be truly happy sometimes.
Lisa, Jenni, and I went to the movies the other night. We saw A Lot Like Love. That movie was so freakin cute. It may have taken them seven years, but it worked out. It always works out in the movies. It's kind of depressing. Must I quote The Postal Service once more?
I'm thinking about chopping my hair off (yes, I realize I consider this every other month). I want something different. I want to play around with color a bit, too. Opinions?
What is it about people, especially guys, that makes it so difficult to tell me the truth?! I just don't understand.
I've been pretty down lately, and no, I'm not crying out for attention or comments from people. I guess it's just easiest to let it out here. I don't know. It's so hard to be truly happy sometimes.
Lisa, Jenni, and I went to the movies the other night. We saw A Lot Like Love. That movie was so freakin cute. It may have taken them seven years, but it worked out. It always works out in the movies. It's kind of depressing. Must I quote The Postal Service once more?
I'm thinking about chopping my hair off (yes, I realize I consider this every other month). I want something different. I want to play around with color a bit, too. Opinions?