Shiot....biotch
Jealous of something which can by no means be considered rightfully or otherwise mine.
I hate this feeling of helplessness.
How many times a year to I meet someone who TOTALLY meets both my exceedingly high standards and with a personality which both compliments mine and sends me reeling with poetic inspiration and infatuation, only to find them either taken or infatuated or otherwise somewhat involved with someone else.
And who the fuck am I to demand so subliminally that these people must have no life but for one where I am a prime figure?
Jesus fucking Christ.
This, as I remember soley now, was the reason I - the only reason, mind you - DIDN'T like college the first and second times through.
Are you out there, or have I already fucked up any and or all chances I ever had with you?
And on a Postal Service note, I hear Sammy the Mick is now quite the bombshell - not that I ever thought any different, more or less that she's really come into her own. Can anyone confirm or deny these allegations, simply because my source is not necissarily the most reliable of the sort.
And what of it then?
Erm, self doubt is a mood of which I am not quite so accustomed to. What exactly does all this bull-ish crap mean? Perhaps just an embodiment of the fear I now have for myself and living on my own...
*sigh*
I fear I may be getting involved with someone I really don't want to get involved with simply for conveinience' sake. How horrid... That reminds me too much of '04. You all know how that year went for me...
Fuck.
Old habits die hard, others not at all.
Questions? Comments? Please? I need some reenforcement here. Whether it be positive of negative, I care not. Just...uhhh...little help would be nice.
~Justin
I hate this feeling of helplessness.
How many times a year to I meet someone who TOTALLY meets both my exceedingly high standards and with a personality which both compliments mine and sends me reeling with poetic inspiration and infatuation, only to find them either taken or infatuated or otherwise somewhat involved with someone else.
And who the fuck am I to demand so subliminally that these people must have no life but for one where I am a prime figure?
Jesus fucking Christ.
This, as I remember soley now, was the reason I - the only reason, mind you - DIDN'T like college the first and second times through.
Are you out there, or have I already fucked up any and or all chances I ever had with you?
And on a Postal Service note, I hear Sammy the Mick is now quite the bombshell - not that I ever thought any different, more or less that she's really come into her own. Can anyone confirm or deny these allegations, simply because my source is not necissarily the most reliable of the sort.
And what of it then?
Erm, self doubt is a mood of which I am not quite so accustomed to. What exactly does all this bull-ish crap mean? Perhaps just an embodiment of the fear I now have for myself and living on my own...
*sigh*
I fear I may be getting involved with someone I really don't want to get involved with simply for conveinience' sake. How horrid... That reminds me too much of '04. You all know how that year went for me...
Fuck.
Old habits die hard, others not at all.
Questions? Comments? Please? I need some reenforcement here. Whether it be positive of negative, I care not. Just...uhhh...little help would be nice.
~Justin