they just make you worse.
i could say a lot of things in this entry. i could be upwardly front about everything, like some people never seem to have a problem to be but that, for the most part isn't me. i could go on about how you probably think crap about me that i don't want you to, but that isn't me.
so i'm going to tell you all to listen to ben harper tonight, just for the sake of listening to ben harper. he's all i'm listening to right now.
counting down the days until i'm home.
oh holy shit. you've got to be kidding me. just when things are starting to sort themselves out, oller has to stick his stupid nose into everything and just fuck it up. i'm sick of this. i'm sick of being the bad guy. i'm not the one who slept around on my girlfriend, i'm not the one who waited however long to spill the beans. i'm not the one who waited long enough for someone else to tell. i've said some rude things, but what the hell. who the hell is he to stick his nose in things where it doesn't belong? it's none of his business whether jemma speaks to me, or whether i speak to her. we're barely talking, i'm not trying to be best friends with her again and i really don't like her the way i used to anymore so it's not like i'm a fucking threat.
though, i don't know.
it isn't hard with his award winning personality for someone to dislike him.
i miss my apartment. i miss my bed. i miss my friends. i hate aspen. i hate everything here. sterling tells me to get over it, and i know i don't have long and i know i'm lucky but it's hard to get the hell over it when all this shit keeps going on and i miss home.
i'm going to get drunk with jareb. screw being on the internet and listening to this song on repeat to the point where it makes me feel like sobbing into a tub of cookie dough ice cream. screw it. when the hell did i get a vagina?
so i'm going to tell you all to listen to ben harper tonight, just for the sake of listening to ben harper. he's all i'm listening to right now.
counting down the days until i'm home.
oh holy shit. you've got to be kidding me. just when things are starting to sort themselves out, oller has to stick his stupid nose into everything and just fuck it up. i'm sick of this. i'm sick of being the bad guy. i'm not the one who slept around on my girlfriend, i'm not the one who waited however long to spill the beans. i'm not the one who waited long enough for someone else to tell. i've said some rude things, but what the hell. who the hell is he to stick his nose in things where it doesn't belong? it's none of his business whether jemma speaks to me, or whether i speak to her. we're barely talking, i'm not trying to be best friends with her again and i really don't like her the way i used to anymore so it's not like i'm a fucking threat.
though, i don't know.
it isn't hard with his award winning personality for someone to dislike him.
i miss my apartment. i miss my bed. i miss my friends. i hate aspen. i hate everything here. sterling tells me to get over it, and i know i don't have long and i know i'm lucky but it's hard to get the hell over it when all this shit keeps going on and i miss home.
i'm going to get drunk with jareb. screw being on the internet and listening to this song on repeat to the point where it makes me feel like sobbing into a tub of cookie dough ice cream. screw it. when the hell did i get a vagina?