headache
So I had a party last night for my friend Dave's birthday and a little going away party for Lori and I. I drank too many margaritas! My head feels oowie!
Anyways, I don't know exactly how I feel about moving back to Sacramento. It feels like a move every time I just start to find myself feeling really comfortable.
I read some of my friend Anthea's LJ entries today.
I just don't know how to act around her anymore.
She voices all of these feelings about me on-line, but never in person, one on one. She is stuck in a place that I have been before, but I know that nothing I say will get her to where she needs to be.
I used to try all of the time, but I felt like a broken record, so I stopped.
Now she complains that I am not there for her anymore.
Funny how we don't realize what we have until it's gone.
There's no pleasing her. I read how she is so indebted to her new friends who listen to her problems and who devote all of their time to her, yet she only has negative things to say about me.
How soon she forgot that I used to be in their shoes, but got weary of having to sink down with her depression, only for her to not appreciate anything I've done.
Yikes...here I am writing about her and not telling her these things to her face!
Well I have to go start packing...I'm right with you Annie!! I'll be glad when it's all done.
If you read this Jessica...I have a package for you and I promise to write you soon.
Anyways, I don't know exactly how I feel about moving back to Sacramento. It feels like a move every time I just start to find myself feeling really comfortable.
I read some of my friend Anthea's LJ entries today.
I just don't know how to act around her anymore.
She voices all of these feelings about me on-line, but never in person, one on one. She is stuck in a place that I have been before, but I know that nothing I say will get her to where she needs to be.
I used to try all of the time, but I felt like a broken record, so I stopped.
Now she complains that I am not there for her anymore.
Funny how we don't realize what we have until it's gone.
There's no pleasing her. I read how she is so indebted to her new friends who listen to her problems and who devote all of their time to her, yet she only has negative things to say about me.
How soon she forgot that I used to be in their shoes, but got weary of having to sink down with her depression, only for her to not appreciate anything I've done.
Yikes...here I am writing about her and not telling her these things to her face!
Well I have to go start packing...I'm right with you Annie!! I'll be glad when it's all done.
If you read this Jessica...I have a package for you and I promise to write you soon.