what the fuck am i doing?
So here I am, like a fucking teenager writing on my livejournal because I don't know what the fuck else to do... Every time i try to stop it I think "I'm ruining a good thing, I'm ruining a good thing" but at first i didn't think it was ANYTHING at all.. How the FUCK did i manage to turn my ever so meaningless and perfect NOTHING into a.. "why do i have to make this decision" something. He's there for me.. yeah.. sure. That's what it always seems like in the beginning. It's the cute, blissful "welcome to the new person" world, where everything seems right, and fantastic and golden and interesting. Yeah, sure... that's what it is.. if it's not than what is it? Whatever.. i can't even think about this right now.. and i have to get ready. I'm seeing an old friend for the first time in a while today.. and if i continue he'll be waiting out the door for the next few days.. so..
Arrivederci!
Arrivederci!