...making christmas...
I'm sitting around watching some bullshit show that is stuck on (the guest room doesn't have any other channels) and thinking about my life.
Not good.
I'm nowhere near knowing what I want to do with my life as far as a career goes.
I'm still nowhere near moving in with John, though we've gotten the OK from my family.
I'm not happy with the way I feel.
More then that...I feel left out right now. John is hanging out with his friends. They're in the living room, but I'm so tired of feeling like I don't belong with them that I've shut myself in the guest room we're staying in. It's cold. I feel left out. I'm thinking of all the wonderful things that haven't happened in my life.
It started out so well. I was so psyched today.
Fuck.
Not good.
I'm nowhere near knowing what I want to do with my life as far as a career goes.
I'm still nowhere near moving in with John, though we've gotten the OK from my family.
I'm not happy with the way I feel.
More then that...I feel left out right now. John is hanging out with his friends. They're in the living room, but I'm so tired of feeling like I don't belong with them that I've shut myself in the guest room we're staying in. It's cold. I feel left out. I'm thinking of all the wonderful things that haven't happened in my life.
It started out so well. I was so psyched today.
Fuck.