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I open this every day and sometimes at night.
A new blank. I draw a new blank daily. I have so many thoughts and concerns, and I don't voice them. Why? I'm not quite sure. I suppose I will just continue to personally ponder these things.
I never want to give the usual you know..
"I totally love this boy, my cat means everything to me, I love sleeping, school and work stress me the eff out, I hate being broke" deal.
But it's kind of how I feel daily.
It's like a never-ending cycle. My life seems utterly pointless and boring.
I like making new friends.
I need to step out of my "keepin' it safe" boundaries and drop my standards, or do I?
I probably wouldn't mind being single forever. I like weddings, and babies.. but I'm sure my friends will have loads of weddings for me to attend, dance, drink, eat, and go home alone. They'll have tons of little babies for me to be cutsie with, babysit, and then hand them back when they cry or have dirty diapers.
I don't mind being alone really at all, and I'm not quite sure yet if I will ever find someone I would be able to just be around ALL the time, eat, sleep, and live together. Sounds almost scary. I wonder how many people are truly happy with the person they chose to do that with? Or how many people question if maybe, just maybe there was someone else more suitable of the task.
A task? Is it one? Arguing, making decisions together, sharing money? Sharing credit? Ew.
Yeah, I couldn't possibly get anymore cynical.
I ruin everything I touch.
A new blank. I draw a new blank daily. I have so many thoughts and concerns, and I don't voice them. Why? I'm not quite sure. I suppose I will just continue to personally ponder these things.
I never want to give the usual you know..
"I totally love this boy, my cat means everything to me, I love sleeping, school and work stress me the eff out, I hate being broke" deal.
But it's kind of how I feel daily.
It's like a never-ending cycle. My life seems utterly pointless and boring.
I like making new friends.
I need to step out of my "keepin' it safe" boundaries and drop my standards, or do I?
I probably wouldn't mind being single forever. I like weddings, and babies.. but I'm sure my friends will have loads of weddings for me to attend, dance, drink, eat, and go home alone. They'll have tons of little babies for me to be cutsie with, babysit, and then hand them back when they cry or have dirty diapers.
I don't mind being alone really at all, and I'm not quite sure yet if I will ever find someone I would be able to just be around ALL the time, eat, sleep, and live together. Sounds almost scary. I wonder how many people are truly happy with the person they chose to do that with? Or how many people question if maybe, just maybe there was someone else more suitable of the task.
A task? Is it one? Arguing, making decisions together, sharing money? Sharing credit? Ew.
Yeah, I couldn't possibly get anymore cynical.
I ruin everything I touch.