poop is ugly
I want to go undercover. Like a secret agent or something. Yeah. That would be fun.
...yet unrealistic.
I'm just trying to get away from my life right now. I've always pretended the problem didn't exist if I could and finally I'm having to deal with a few of them at once.
on the friends note...
I don't trust Casey. I was so happy to hear from her and to hear (see; she typed) her say see missed and kinda needed me... but it's all wrong. It doesn't seem right at all. I think of everyhing that happened and she can't possibly miss or need me half as much as she says she does. To be truthful, I miss what we HAD but I don't want a friendship with her anymore. It was great while it lasted but like she said, "We're growing up; people change."
I feel very emo right now and I want to write. However, nothing has come out. I feel as if my spirit is bound by something and I don't quite know what it is. I want to be free; please show me the freedom.
I can't wait 'til Autumn. I love to sit in the leaves and just think. It's so lovely.
Today I wanted to go outside and play in the grass but didn't. I don't know what was holding me back... I should've gone. I'll do it tomorrow after the baby shower. (Oh, how I dread the 'shower') It will be a great... (word?).. relief?.. to not worry about something for a while.
"I'm all alone and I'm not handling this well."
I need to have fun.
...yet unrealistic.
I'm just trying to get away from my life right now. I've always pretended the problem didn't exist if I could and finally I'm having to deal with a few of them at once.
on the friends note...
I don't trust Casey. I was so happy to hear from her and to hear (see; she typed) her say see missed and kinda needed me... but it's all wrong. It doesn't seem right at all. I think of everyhing that happened and she can't possibly miss or need me half as much as she says she does. To be truthful, I miss what we HAD but I don't want a friendship with her anymore. It was great while it lasted but like she said, "We're growing up; people change."
I feel very emo right now and I want to write. However, nothing has come out. I feel as if my spirit is bound by something and I don't quite know what it is. I want to be free; please show me the freedom.
I can't wait 'til Autumn. I love to sit in the leaves and just think. It's so lovely.
Today I wanted to go outside and play in the grass but didn't. I don't know what was holding me back... I should've gone. I'll do it tomorrow after the baby shower. (Oh, how I dread the 'shower') It will be a great... (word?).. relief?.. to not worry about something for a while.
"I'm all alone and I'm not handling this well."
I need to have fun.