I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. Literally. All I do is sleep and take medication. Maybe I need to take up yoga and vegetarianism. Except for bacon. Never forsake the bacon.
Isn't there a song about looking for love in all the wrong places? Why haven't the Mac people invented a boombox that attaches to your head and blasts your theme song everywhere you go? (Those two thoughts do coincide)
Where did all my creative energy go? Into Facebook and other bullshit? I miss loving my long nights of solitude. Although, I never really loved them. I hated them more than anything.
The idea of having someone is much more comforting than the effort of keeping them happy. SO pessimistic, but honest.
Have I really resorted to online dating at the age of 21? What has happened to our society that this is acceptable? Why have my friends let me do this without question?
Sunburns remind me of why I hate summer, the south, and outdoors. And none of my shorts fit this year. Guess the freshman 15 skipped a couple of years.
I still wear this ring that symbolizes a promise I made at 16, and I only kept it for two years, but this ring has never left my hand for more than a day. What am I holding onto? The life I'm leaving behind but don't want to lose? My innocence, which was never meant to last? I like to believe that it's because of the only real love I felt from anyone in my life. My dad has always been the one person who has been there for me, no matter what I've lied to him about or avoided telling him. He knows, deep down, that I haven't always been honest and that I'm not the person he wanted me to be, but he doesn't care. I guess I just want to find one other person like that in the world.
I guess it's true what they say. Girls fall for their fathers.
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