(no subject)
I am SO thrilled yesterday is over. I fucking hate Valentine's day. Actually, I pretty much hate every holiday. They're so pointless. Either that or I'm just really bitter about something that's previously happened on that day or that isn't going to happen on that day.
Kind of like yesterday. I was hoping to get at least a small surprise. I think the only thing I got was a beer from some gross looking guy at the bar... eh. He's a nice guy but I'm not too sweet on these typical alabama men, you know the kind I'm talking about. However, it is getting ridiculous. Everywhere I go there's always squares that a circle can't quite fit into. I get so fucking tired of returning to an empty bed and freezing night after night. I miss waking up next to someone. It almost makes a person feel like they have a purpose for sleeping.
I'm trying to move along with things, I'm trying to keep my mind occupied, and I'm trying to become better of a person. I want to grow up, and I want to move on. I know there are better things/people/places out there that I just can not experience due to difficulties beyond my power. I know there has to be a decent attractive man for me out there somewhere. I am so over trying. It hasn't got me anywhere so far, and I don't see it changing anytime soon.
For some reason I have an inability to just go out and live my life. I stay the person I am but I always feel like I'm wrapped in wool or surrand wrap. I'm never comfortable; I have a good time by all means, but I don't fully ever really get anything out of it aside from a hangover or some kind of creepster feeling my hair. I just can't wait to get out of here.
Kind of like yesterday. I was hoping to get at least a small surprise. I think the only thing I got was a beer from some gross looking guy at the bar... eh. He's a nice guy but I'm not too sweet on these typical alabama men, you know the kind I'm talking about. However, it is getting ridiculous. Everywhere I go there's always squares that a circle can't quite fit into. I get so fucking tired of returning to an empty bed and freezing night after night. I miss waking up next to someone. It almost makes a person feel like they have a purpose for sleeping.
I'm trying to move along with things, I'm trying to keep my mind occupied, and I'm trying to become better of a person. I want to grow up, and I want to move on. I know there are better things/people/places out there that I just can not experience due to difficulties beyond my power. I know there has to be a decent attractive man for me out there somewhere. I am so over trying. It hasn't got me anywhere so far, and I don't see it changing anytime soon.
For some reason I have an inability to just go out and live my life. I stay the person I am but I always feel like I'm wrapped in wool or surrand wrap. I'm never comfortable; I have a good time by all means, but I don't fully ever really get anything out of it aside from a hangover or some kind of creepster feeling my hair. I just can't wait to get out of here.