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i'm so sick.
like, i have the worst head cold ever.
and this week was the worst week ever that i could've gotten sick.
i got another job- ace hardware. i'm going to be a cashier.
and i've been working every day since last thursday or friday at either ace or zumiez doing inventory. and my next day off is sunday, which is easter, but thats not really a day off at all, i'll still be busy. but, the paychecks will be nice, i guess.
so basically, i feel like shit. and i really, i just want someone to like, cuddle with me.
or like, come and take care of me.
because sometimes when you're sick, all you need is some tlc.
anyways, life other then that has been interesting.
theres this boy, and i really like him. and i smile every time i'm with him. a lot. and in all reality, he's probably close to perfect as far as my standards go. but when you realize that it'll never be more then it is now.. that sucks. and i know that i'll hardly ever see him again after he's out of school at the end of the month. he's moving back home.
anyways, its hard to find the words to say when i think. because i just want to tell him every time i talk to him that i think he's close to perfect. but.. i doubt it'd matter.
god, life sucks.
anyways, thats life. and it fucking sucks.
like, i have the worst head cold ever.
and this week was the worst week ever that i could've gotten sick.
i got another job- ace hardware. i'm going to be a cashier.
and i've been working every day since last thursday or friday at either ace or zumiez doing inventory. and my next day off is sunday, which is easter, but thats not really a day off at all, i'll still be busy. but, the paychecks will be nice, i guess.
so basically, i feel like shit. and i really, i just want someone to like, cuddle with me.
or like, come and take care of me.
because sometimes when you're sick, all you need is some tlc.
anyways, life other then that has been interesting.
theres this boy, and i really like him. and i smile every time i'm with him. a lot. and in all reality, he's probably close to perfect as far as my standards go. but when you realize that it'll never be more then it is now.. that sucks. and i know that i'll hardly ever see him again after he's out of school at the end of the month. he's moving back home.
anyways, its hard to find the words to say when i think. because i just want to tell him every time i talk to him that i think he's close to perfect. but.. i doubt it'd matter.
god, life sucks.
anyways, thats life. and it fucking sucks.