Is there ever a subject?
I'm homesick like a mother fucker. Actually, not like a mother fucker because mother fuckers don't get homesick. I'm homesick like a little bitch. I'm so tired of seeing the same people all the time and those people not being the people I want to see. I'm lucky that I've made some really great friends, but... there's always a "but."
I want Virgilio to come to my house and take me to a movie. I want to sit in his car listening to great music while we're off to Starbucks. I miss it. I miss him.
I want to go pick up David and go grab a quick meal at Taco Bell. I want to laugh at how classy we are with our 79-cent tacos and have great, fun conversation. I miss him so much.
I miss Nico and his family being my family. I miss Andrew. I miss Jose. I miss Stefanie. I miss Christen and Ali, oddly enough.
More than anything I miss my family. I miss them more than I would miss the sun if it chose not to rise one morning. And that was pretty emo.
I think I hurt my roommate's feelings. I think she thinks my sarcasm is an undertone of how I really feel, and it's not. Sarcasm is just me being stupid because I have a twisted sense of humor. I'm insensitive, I'll admit that, but I would never mean to hurt her. Last week was really bad for me. I mean, all these outrageous feelings just hit me all at once and I was trapped in my mind. She said she understood and was okay but now I don't think she is. I want so much for her to understand that I honestly don't mean to stress her out or belittle her. I guess I just don't want her to be mad at me. Strange. Normally I wouldn't care but we live and work together. We're together all the time. I'm really beginning to appreciate communication but we haven't spoken about it yet; I don't want her to avoid the situation and pretend to be okay.
I actually told a boy that I liked him and it made me feel better.
I just have this feeling in the pit of my stomach; actually it's in my esophagus. Sadly, I know this feeling and it leads to panic attacks.
I need to stop drinking. It's so hard to not drink when everyone else has a drink in their hand. I love Red Stripe and I love that he knows I love Red Stripe.
I want Virgilio to come to my house and take me to a movie. I want to sit in his car listening to great music while we're off to Starbucks. I miss it. I miss him.
I want to go pick up David and go grab a quick meal at Taco Bell. I want to laugh at how classy we are with our 79-cent tacos and have great, fun conversation. I miss him so much.
I miss Nico and his family being my family. I miss Andrew. I miss Jose. I miss Stefanie. I miss Christen and Ali, oddly enough.
More than anything I miss my family. I miss them more than I would miss the sun if it chose not to rise one morning. And that was pretty emo.
I think I hurt my roommate's feelings. I think she thinks my sarcasm is an undertone of how I really feel, and it's not. Sarcasm is just me being stupid because I have a twisted sense of humor. I'm insensitive, I'll admit that, but I would never mean to hurt her. Last week was really bad for me. I mean, all these outrageous feelings just hit me all at once and I was trapped in my mind. She said she understood and was okay but now I don't think she is. I want so much for her to understand that I honestly don't mean to stress her out or belittle her. I guess I just don't want her to be mad at me. Strange. Normally I wouldn't care but we live and work together. We're together all the time. I'm really beginning to appreciate communication but we haven't spoken about it yet; I don't want her to avoid the situation and pretend to be okay.
I actually told a boy that I liked him and it made me feel better.
I just have this feeling in the pit of my stomach; actually it's in my esophagus. Sadly, I know this feeling and it leads to panic attacks.
I need to stop drinking. It's so hard to not drink when everyone else has a drink in their hand. I love Red Stripe and I love that he knows I love Red Stripe.