Why did I feel like I didn't before?
Erm, because I was so jaded with people in general...I forgot what it's like to have friends.
I guess that's my bad.
Ivy stood up for me though, she tries her best to listen and make sure I'm okay, it feels like we're sixteen again.
Everyone has their flaws, but that's life.
Ivy gets that I'm not open about my feelings, so she waits for me to tell her; instead of getting angry at me like everyone else.
I forgot how sweet she actually is, I feel like a terrible friend right now.
It's not like I haven't been there for her, there was never a point in time where I wouldn't do anything for her...I just forgot about my friends and my social life.
I was in a really awful place in my life.
From now on I'm going to be more accepting of life.
The Jester is making me really angry right now, just ugh...
I just want someone to chill with, who I can occasionally screw around with.
I have to sort out my relationships with everyone right now.
I'm so all over the place, I'm confused.
And I'm done with people's bullshit; The Jester, Catwoman, and anyone else who decides to be immature or who doesn't understand who I am.
I've tried...but I don't wanna be anyone's party buddy.
"Pay attention to your cock...coffee, I mean coffee!"
We met a cute cat today, chilled with Katja at the mall (she's my new shopping buddy), got Mister J a copy of the Dark Elf Trilogy, and went to see Snuff at work.
Ivy got me the number of the guy who works at the sex shop, he's totally cute and has a lip ring!
The radio was on point today; Bad Religion, Smashing Pumpkins, System of a Down, Green Day (circa 1994).
I found a pair of plaid creeper wedges at Buffalo Exchange, too bad they were too small.
Ivy doesn't respect the Cadillac...*sigh* my car is fucking gangsta, you know you're jealous.
It's weird, but I feel like a teenager again these last couple of days.
I kinda feel like I went back to the person that I was before, maybe there's hope.
And the wall of Star Wars books, Satan would flip if he saw this...
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