I have found my voice, now teach me to use it...
"It's my wick, and I'll go out in flames if I want to."
This movie is actually really good. Cowboys and Angels. RENT IT!!!!
And the straight boy in it is actually really hot.
I'm lonely. Husk is at work...Sean and Freeman are at the studio still...Brandond's with his boys...And I'm here finishing up my shit while mildly watching Bend It Like Beckham. I'm sick, I know.
People should not be where they don't belong. I'm writing that about someone who doesn't even read my journal anymore, but that's just because it's on my mind. Who goes into another person's home just to be a bitch?
And now I'm tired. I have to work at 8:30am, suck. But Sean's going to come by in the morning just like old times, so that will be good.
I applied for another job today, although I'm not counting on it or anything. With my luck it will fall through.
Ever feel like you are missing something? That there is a part of you that, while not essential to your sense of self, is vacant? I'm happy most of the time. I have amazing friends who treat me too well. I have people all around who care about me. People I don't even know wanting to hang out with me. I'm happy, I have all that I ever wanted. Well, most of it anyway. There are still one or two things that are just not there. It's only when I'm sitting at home by myself that I notice that blank spot. That lonely feeling. That desire for something...else. Not more, not better, just else.
This movie is actually really good. Cowboys and Angels. RENT IT!!!!
And the straight boy in it is actually really hot.
I'm lonely. Husk is at work...Sean and Freeman are at the studio still...Brandond's with his boys...And I'm here finishing up my shit while mildly watching Bend It Like Beckham. I'm sick, I know.
People should not be where they don't belong. I'm writing that about someone who doesn't even read my journal anymore, but that's just because it's on my mind. Who goes into another person's home just to be a bitch?
And now I'm tired. I have to work at 8:30am, suck. But Sean's going to come by in the morning just like old times, so that will be good.
I applied for another job today, although I'm not counting on it or anything. With my luck it will fall through.
Ever feel like you are missing something? That there is a part of you that, while not essential to your sense of self, is vacant? I'm happy most of the time. I have amazing friends who treat me too well. I have people all around who care about me. People I don't even know wanting to hang out with me. I'm happy, I have all that I ever wanted. Well, most of it anyway. There are still one or two things that are just not there. It's only when I'm sitting at home by myself that I notice that blank spot. That lonely feeling. That desire for something...else. Not more, not better, just else.