i don't care if you don't like my brutal truth
im laying here, snuggled up in my make-shift blanket, which is a sleeping bag that i had from when i was younger. i didn't have the money to go buy a nice comforter when i moved out of my grandparents house, so ive been using this ever since. it does the same job, and it might even be warmer. my dog jenna lays with me and gives me that extra bit of warmth that i need to keep from shivering. im half hungry. i had a small microwave pizza at my grandparents house after work. the only time i eat is when im at macaroni grill or if and when i stop by to see my grandparents from time to time. they usually always have something there to snack on. my hairs a little bit of a mess, and i could probably use a shower, but for some reason tonight i just want to sit here and do nothing. i thought for a while that i wanted to go out, but i can't seem to get ahold of anyone except the cute boy from work who wants me to come over and watch a movie with him. normally, i would jump at the chance, but something inside me says that it will only be leading him on. i've always said, that im great to like, but terrible to love. and its the brutal truth.
more to come
more to come