Fuck it, I say.
I told my step-dad today that I don't have a Myspace, right after telling him that I'm a straight arrow that doesn't drink or do drugs. He told me that I'm not a real teenager. I agreed.
Other things. Recently I've felt like I've run out of people to seek comfort from. Well, that's not a new sensation, but there's more to it. Like I've run out of people and things to romanticize. Or rather, I've had the stunning realization that I can't romanticize people, so often and with so many different people recently, that it's ruined my ability completely/my interest in meeting new people to dissect. It's a disability really.
I have so many things to tell you Livejournal.
Other things. Recently I've felt like I've run out of people to seek comfort from. Well, that's not a new sensation, but there's more to it. Like I've run out of people and things to romanticize. Or rather, I've had the stunning realization that I can't romanticize people, so often and with so many different people recently, that it's ruined my ability completely/my interest in meeting new people to dissect. It's a disability really.
I have so many things to tell you Livejournal.