and when i came home, my friends were gone. when someone came back they regaled me with tales of their day, and i could reply with a resounding, 'well, i slept for twelve hours, and i watched american beauty with my cousin.' i had a boring day while everyone else had a great one. a better person would be happy for their friends.
in order to escape my increasing bitterness, i sat down for an hour and a half and cranked this out:
without the flash there is less glare, but it's not as clear. whatevs.
i think things come out better whenever i sit down and do them all at once, however the more i look at this the more i hate it, so i should just post it before i change my mind. it's the first thing i've done in a long time, and i want some opinions. is it gay? not so gay? if you want to use even more descriptive language, that would be cool.
i like circuit city sales, because i got sigur ros for $9.99. the sale continues tomorrow, and i'm almost positive i'm going to have to go back. some tall kid in a thrift store t-shirt was looking around with his dad, and said dad stopped and loudly asked an employee if they had 'stuff by that thursday band. you know, that screamo stuff.' the tall boy looked to me in embarassment. i quickly left because i felt uncomfortable.
today on the way home from my aunt's house, my mom asked to stop and get donuts. when she came back to the car with a half dozen, she said, 'you should have gone in, there was a cute boy working in there.' i apparently made some face, because she told me not to sneer. she then proceeded to accuse me of being a lesbian, but then came to the realization that i 'only think there is one cute boy.' i missed him so much today. but far be it from me to tell anyone anything directly.
things are ruined for me pretty easily, and are not easily repaired. there are far too many things to count that i can't see, or watch, or do, or hear about, or talk about without attatching bad memories or thoughts to. i want nothing more than to wake up tomorrow and think this day never happened. for me or for anyone. but that won't happen, and i think we both know that.
i wrote something else here, but in order to save face, i've deleted it. i want to go to sleep.