Thursday, September 9, 2010
You're the reason I'm travelin' on..
And I will leave you with this last clip, and this last thought.
I don't know who's song this originally is, but it is one of my favorites. Bob's though, I think.
And I will leave you with this last clip, and this last thought.
I don't know who's song this originally is, but it is one of my favorites. Bob's though, I think.
Not that it happens often, but when people ask me if I'm dating a close friend or somehow make it seem as if they like me I freeze up and get really angry. Ugh, I don't know. I just get mad when people "like" me as in have crushes on me or some sort. I wish people didn't have emotions or were able to have feelings for each other. Most animals don't, so why do we?
I don't think like normal human beings.
I don't think like normal human beings.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
I've come to the conclusion that whether I like it or not, I'm probably going to end up with a military man, if not some yuppie scumbag. I just can't settle for less. I'm picky, and I have the right to be, so fuck you. And if I don't find my Mister Right, then fuck it. Because then nobody deserves me.
Pep talk/alter-ego speaking. This is how I should feel everyday, but not bitchy. And I do feel like this everyday, because yes, I'm single, but I'm NOT looking.
There are only love songs about girls because girls don't care enough to write songs about assholes.
Pep talk/alter-ego speaking. This is how I should feel everyday, but not bitchy. And I do feel like this everyday, because yes, I'm single, but I'm NOT looking.
There are only love songs about girls because girls don't care enough to write songs about assholes.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Damn. I've lived in a lot of different places. Still trying to find what feels more right.
Tonight, I stayed up and thought about us. This is the first that I've done so in quite some time.
I need an intervention. School, school, school, school, school.
The more and more I take time to look at things, the more wrong everything looks. So I just stop looking.
Tonight, I stayed up and thought about us. This is the first that I've done so in quite some time.
I need an intervention. School, school, school, school, school.
The more and more I take time to look at things, the more wrong everything looks. So I just stop looking.
Monday, September 6, 2010
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