I feel like some angsty emo fucking highschool teenage bitch. Really, things aren't that bad but I am just feeling like someone took my heart and just ripped it out of my chest, kinda like I don't have any air.
It isn't like I expected much. My expectations to begin with were NEVER really all that high and as much as you can deny the feelings that you have for someone when it comes down to it and those feelings are jeopardized no matter how much you try to supress them, they are going to come like some fucking tidal wave..destroying your resolve, making you weak. I am going to be 23, FUCKING 23...not really like that age is such a monumental mark but I need to make some sort of progress..work towards some sort of goal.
I am feeling detached from all of my friends. I don't feel love in the genuine sense. Been thinking a lot about mortality and how short this exsistance really is.
Maybe I am insane but with this string of bad relationship experiences and never allowing myself to settle..I think that whole premise of the lonely woman with 10,000 cats is starting to look like my adult life...but i would totally substitute the cats for dogs.
whatever, i found this in photobucket and thought it was funny.
memories.