Sucky Week
SO, this week is quite sucky. Was this the week of Valentine's Day? I think it was. I do believe. Valentine's day was horrid, for the sheer fact that I am invisible to all nice gestures. I did not recieve a carnation, not a hug, no chocolate, or anything at all of that nature. My mother did not even acknowledge me. The only thing I recieved was some chocolate from Yasmine, that she was going to give to her boyfriend before he stood her up. It's not that I'm upset without getting anything, it's that no one thinks about me. The thing is, I'm the kind of person who likes to be the one you remember, maybe it's all those auditions, but if you're the one who did something or said something that sticks in someone's mind, then you'll never be forgotten.
This is the I don't heart Jina week. I've basically decided no prom for me, Sid said he could find me one, but pity is not what I seek. I don't care that much, it's only the Junious prom.
Tuesday at work a woman said I should try proactiv.....that's all I have to say about that.
I look hideous this week, it's been an ongoing thing. I wake up, my face is sad, my hair is sad, my eyes are the same, but everything else is sad.
I woke up at 3 am last night, and couldn't go back to sleep. I finally did, but that was an hour before I had to wake up. When I did wake up, I was underwhelmed to see that the notebook that I use, for every class, was missing. It made me angry, so angry I began to cry. I shooed Sara away to Early Bird, I don't have to arrive until 8:30, but I just don't have a ride now. My legs serve as my car this morning, and I have to carry a whole lot of shit.
I have an audition today, I hope I'm not invisible to the judges, and I hope I don't die crossing a street.
This is the I don't heart Jina week. I've basically decided no prom for me, Sid said he could find me one, but pity is not what I seek. I don't care that much, it's only the Junious prom.
Tuesday at work a woman said I should try proactiv.....that's all I have to say about that.
I look hideous this week, it's been an ongoing thing. I wake up, my face is sad, my hair is sad, my eyes are the same, but everything else is sad.
I woke up at 3 am last night, and couldn't go back to sleep. I finally did, but that was an hour before I had to wake up. When I did wake up, I was underwhelmed to see that the notebook that I use, for every class, was missing. It made me angry, so angry I began to cry. I shooed Sara away to Early Bird, I don't have to arrive until 8:30, but I just don't have a ride now. My legs serve as my car this morning, and I have to carry a whole lot of shit.
I have an audition today, I hope I'm not invisible to the judges, and I hope I don't die crossing a street.