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Wow, my friends page is flooded with new entries that I braindeaded myself from reading so I thought I'd type in some useless nonsense shit here. For all who don't know, I swear I really was convinced that I should talk to Peter before he leaves tommorrow, but after Monday, I truly gave up. Him and Ashley just piss me off too much, I can't even talk about the details. I don't understand, I think I have issues with ALL Ashleys, I don't get along with any of them. I HATE Ashley Simpson, I don't like Ashley C., and now this fucking bitch of a fuck hoebag motherfucker at work.
Anyways, my point in this whole mess I call my journal is that if I ever believed in anything, it's fate. If Peter was really interested in me, then he would have done something about it, I mean honestly, I'm not THAT intimidating looking, right? And I just noticed that I can't really stand the guy so this whole thing about 'liking' him was all a distraction I came up with to make time at work pass by faster. That's the thing with "crushes", you kinda like em one minute and the next is like, "WHAT THE FUCKING BULLSHIT WAS I THINKING?!" I think I have emotional problems but not like anyone else. Mine is this whole hopeless romantic thing, I'm the one who just so happens to love the feeling of crushing more than the crush himself (if that made any sense). I've just realized that I should just give up on this whole thing, I'm in love with love or the idea of love, not a/the person. EMOTIONAL RETARD is practically written all over me. I should just become a whore with Taller right now.
On the less retarded note, my job ends in 3 days, I can't wait, I don't ever want to see those motherfuckers ever again in my life. John and Brandon are really cool though. Also, on the same day, I'm getting my braces... kinda excited because they're these non-traintrack ones and it's another day closer to having nice teeth.
Whatever, update more tommorrow? I have to go sleep now, I wake up at 4AM, again.
Anyways, my point in this whole mess I call my journal is that if I ever believed in anything, it's fate. If Peter was really interested in me, then he would have done something about it, I mean honestly, I'm not THAT intimidating looking, right? And I just noticed that I can't really stand the guy so this whole thing about 'liking' him was all a distraction I came up with to make time at work pass by faster. That's the thing with "crushes", you kinda like em one minute and the next is like, "WHAT THE FUCKING BULLSHIT WAS I THINKING?!" I think I have emotional problems but not like anyone else. Mine is this whole hopeless romantic thing, I'm the one who just so happens to love the feeling of crushing more than the crush himself (if that made any sense). I've just realized that I should just give up on this whole thing, I'm in love with love or the idea of love, not a/the person. EMOTIONAL RETARD is practically written all over me. I should just become a whore with Taller right now.
On the less retarded note, my job ends in 3 days, I can't wait, I don't ever want to see those motherfuckers ever again in my life. John and Brandon are really cool though. Also, on the same day, I'm getting my braces... kinda excited because they're these non-traintrack ones and it's another day closer to having nice teeth.
Whatever, update more tommorrow? I have to go sleep now, I wake up at 4AM, again.