What's up...
ok one...i hate my job.
I wish not to be here anymore, and i wish to not to hurt anymore.
I just wanted a day off. and i couldn't even get that
I had a rugby game today, and it was brutal. All i did was push and run only to get into a pile of girls that fight dirty. I have many bruses and i'm not really able to walk.
the real reason i wanted to vent was because of my friends. They are really not true friends...don't get me wrong. i love the people that i am friends with, but i have this feeling that they drop me the second other people that they like better come along. There are only two people that i know as of right now that are my somewhat truefriends...meaning they are distant but still there. I mean if i call you during the week to confirm a date out together, that kinda means that you have a date with me that you can't be like, oh well if i have this thing and that thing...Especially the day before, that is seriously not kewl and somewhat hurtful. Like fine, pick your other friends over me. it's kewl i know and i accept it...it just hurts ya know.
whatever, i'm over it, like everything else that rolls off my shoulders ( like a couple tears) ok i'm out
I wish not to be here anymore, and i wish to not to hurt anymore.
I just wanted a day off. and i couldn't even get that
I had a rugby game today, and it was brutal. All i did was push and run only to get into a pile of girls that fight dirty. I have many bruses and i'm not really able to walk.
the real reason i wanted to vent was because of my friends. They are really not true friends...don't get me wrong. i love the people that i am friends with, but i have this feeling that they drop me the second other people that they like better come along. There are only two people that i know as of right now that are my somewhat truefriends...meaning they are distant but still there. I mean if i call you during the week to confirm a date out together, that kinda means that you have a date with me that you can't be like, oh well if i have this thing and that thing...Especially the day before, that is seriously not kewl and somewhat hurtful. Like fine, pick your other friends over me. it's kewl i know and i accept it...it just hurts ya know.
whatever, i'm over it, like everything else that rolls off my shoulders ( like a couple tears) ok i'm out