I feel like saying no.
I just tore my room apart to get everything clean and now it's all disassembled on the floor in one big pile. I don't know where the impulse to clean everything came from, but for some reason I feel like if I can change my room to where I like it, then I can change myself to where I like me.
I think I'm just back into that, "I'll-make-you-regret-not-wanting-me" mode. I'll blame it on the jackass who seems to keep taking from me and won't even bother to have even a simple conversation with me. One day I'll wake up. I promise.
Hopefully tomorow because I'm going to meet someone for the first time and I really don't want any clouds hanging over me. I've already got some shadow telling me not to go because they'll only see my physically. I know I'm not a beauty, but I'm tired of seeing it reflected in others' eyes.
heh. I'm going back to my room.
I think I'm just back into that, "I'll-make-you-regret-not-wanting-me" mode. I'll blame it on the jackass who seems to keep taking from me and won't even bother to have even a simple conversation with me. One day I'll wake up. I promise.
Hopefully tomorow because I'm going to meet someone for the first time and I really don't want any clouds hanging over me. I've already got some shadow telling me not to go because they'll only see my physically. I know I'm not a beauty, but I'm tired of seeing it reflected in others' eyes.
heh. I'm going back to my room.