wound down
Everything's so wierd. This journal's so stupid. I feel like all I did was worry about things that I had no control over. I don't care anymore. I'm happy. I have no friends but I'm fine. I'm tired of trying to have friends because it feels like I should. I always say or do the wrong thing anyways. I've lost more friends than I've ever even had! How do you do that? And most of them I don't even know how. I guess I'm a big asshole and that's fine. There are worse things you can be. I don't even know how to talk to anyone anymore. They say something and I'm just like "oh..you're done? Oh yeah now it's my turn... Well that's really wonderful? Or is that bad? I'm sorry I was miles away." So sparatic and forgetful lately. What a relief. I feel like going out and meeting some "single serving friends" who I don't have to worry about calling. I'm tired of worrying about other peoples feelings and worrying about them in general. I think it's time that I did what's right for me. I also feel like going to see some bands I'm so out of the loop...are there any good ones in kansas city? I doubt anyone reads this anymore but just incase, hi. We're moving and I want to have a cocktail party with lots of Tom Jones and little snacks on sticks... So anyone that would like to come just say so.
Oh yeah and the 5th was my one year marriage anniversary. Yay me!
Oh yeah and the 5th was my one year marriage anniversary. Yay me!