May 23, 2004 01:19
I love you.
I hate you.
I need you.
I want you.
but only sometimes.
I still want to be over, and done and gone, with at least part of my life. Maybe it would be easier if I didn't have anything to regret. In fact I don't. I'm happy... most the time.
I got to see some of my old peeps. They're all really cute and I ran into a few that I don't consider my friends but cool people none the less. One is a industrial artist, love his work, he gave me a ride home one night and I got to listen to it. Since then I have really wanted his cd... do you think he'll give it to me for my birthday?
My birthday plans have been cancelled... anyone want to come party with me anyway? Even if we don't get to go to a kick-ass free concert?
Movies are fun.