May 23, 2005 21:30
People are strange when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone..
Sometimes, even when surrounded by people I care about my influence seems futile. I feel.. strange. I look at negative aspects too much and it's starting to worry me. I think I'm falling into my old anxiety-filled, overly-frustrated moods. I've gotten over-the-top pushy lately. I'm really starting to hate the way I do things.
I have two days of school left, then I have to do internet schooling to do my diploma. I'm really stressed-out about that. I hate everything at this moment. Ok, so I don't hate Jinx. The way he looks into my eyes when he knows I'm upset about something is extremely reassuring that even when I feel "down" or "strange" I have him to make things a little brighter. I'm not giving him enough chances, or room. What's happening to the happy, flare-filled me? The me that Jinx fell in love with has dwindled a little because of everything lately. I can't wait until the stress of school and everything that goes along with it is over.
Goodnight
Nums
Streets are uneven..
when you're down.. when you're strange.