| Another relocation. Another start from scratch. Another year spent there-not-here. *sigh* Not so sure what to feel about that. Don't know what to feel about much of anything, really. |
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| i am unbearably down. every time i come "home" i just feel insecure and tired. i want to go somewhere to be alone and wait for it to end. being here is conflict and sadness. i feel kinda awful. |
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| gonna get fat from all the beer i've been drinking lately.
oh well.
annoyed and feeling lame about it all.
bored and wishing i had someone to laugh with. wishing, too, that i could sleep in tomorrow. wishing he hadn't fucked it all up by being a big, stupid idiot. what's wrong with him anyway? waiting to find out and hoping the reasons will make me laugh.
borrrr-ed.
i wanted a pastime, not a fixer-upper. |
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| always fucking waiting on someone, something, somewhere. |
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| what exactly is so hard about honesty? yeah, it might be uncomfortable at the moment of revelation but it's soooo much better after. lies are heavy. being honest just feels good. fuck 'em if they judge you for it. there ARE other people out there.
yo no soy una cualquiera. no temo la honestidad. tampoco tengo verguenza de la persona que soy. no finjo ser una adulta responsable pero he madurado lo suficiente para poder hablar sinceramente. se que la verdad vale todo y aunque duela revelarla, es la mejor manera de mostrar que respetas a una persona. no hace falta decirselo todo pero si te preguntan, hay que responder.
puto de putooooooooos |
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