December 2009
The intimate question:
I can’t quite grasp it. Why can’t I be happy? Content? Apathetic? Nonchalant?
It weighs on me. It drags and it carries.
I just want to look in the mirror and be content. And be happy. Be OKAY. And I even feel ashamed to feel like this. When all your friends are gorgeous, one can only pale in comparison. And I don’t mean physically (but that too), yet through and through. The...
Newport is lovely with friends and company ;}
I have very mixed feelings about the new year. As long as I’m with friends, I guess all shall be well!
happy birthday, to me!
let’s think of a year ago, today.
1. I was infatuated with a guy from work
2. I was in highschool!
3. All my friends were in biking distance.
4. I thought I would be going AWAY to college in the fall : /
5. I had never been kissed.
6. We had a Charlie Brown themed gingerbread orgy.
7. Someone gave me roses at school.
Now today!
1. A guy from work is into me, and I can’t...
and oh, well we were doing it oh so well!
moving out. wouldn’t that be fun? and not dorm room, college paid for by mommy and daddy kind of moving out. nay. actual apartment, bills, rooms, etc. it’s an interesting notion, no? yes. yes indeed.
my hands are so cold! these lyrics in my head are itching to be written down. I need to clean! I need to wash! I need to throw away! I need to...
