| Horror Movies aren't really doing it for me....
But Carving Mario into a pumpkin, and making various halloweenish things out of duct tape is ideal.
I'm working on it.
Questions for the day:
1) Why do I always feel uncomfortable when I dress up/ look adorable?
2) Why did that hitch hiker give me the finger? What a doucher.
3) Why do SOOO many people from Tau Delta have to work at Kroger, and make my Krogering especially awkward?
4) Why hasn't he talked to me today? Even better.
5) Why am I worrying about it? Men don't control my happiness. I learned that this summer with the douchiest dick bag of them all.
6) Can I move out of here yet and get my own place?
7)I've been thinking about getting a cheese sandwich for 3HOURS now! Why haven't I made one?
8) Why do I constantly do favors for people who don't help me out when I need it?
9) Why does the media have to exploit and objectify women?
10) I'm Ron Burgundy?
suhsuhsuhseeya later.
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| I hate getting my hopes up. |
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| I wish my roommate would live at her boyfriends house...or at least stay there all the time.
I really really really don't like her right now.
really.
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| I've been going through life telling myself that I can get through this for the past month...
But I'm definitely struggling right now.
I feel like a stray dog at the pound.
I feel like an object.
I feel like an obligation.
I feel like a heartless bitch.
I feel like no matter how much time passes by, I won't get over this relationship.
I don't want to be in another relationship for a while.
I don't even feel like I want to go on dates, even though they might be fun.
I feel nervous all of the time.
I feel too busy to live my own life.
I have a pounding headache.
I need something new, or could welcome something old back.
I don't know if I'm sick or stressed, or even mentally off...but for the past 3 days I've been incredibly sleepy during the day: so sleepy that I just fall asleep within seconds if I lay down. My sleep at night has been less than fulfilling, though.
I want to cry.
I want to smile.
I want to laugh.
I want to beat my head against the wall until I can't think anymore.
I haven't had a headache this bad since the week after Aidan died.
I'm nervous.
Jessi's having a baby like...next week and I know that for the next 6 months, at LEAST, I'm going to be sitting awake in my bed at night thinking "Is he dead?"... "Is Jessi screaming her lungs out right now?"... "Is he suffocating?" ... "Is the phone going to ring giving me bad news?" ... "Will I have to sit in a plain white room for 5 hours again suffocating in my own grief?".
This whole situation is a nightmare.
I'm already having nightmares.
This headache is a fucking nightmare.
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| I live for nights like those. |
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