I finally manned up and got my license. Open road here I come!
For some reason I’m always ridiculously attracted to the girls that seem to be more emotionally distraught than the others. Issues at home, school, work, and current boyfriends. I don’t know why…unless everyone is just this fucked up. I’d like to think not.
It’s not even like I seek these girls out. I find them, talk to them, learn about them, then a few days or weeks later, shit hits the fan and I found out waves of stuff buried beneath. I want to comfort them all and then I end up getting friend zoned. It’s a terrible cycle…
Projectile vomit, bloody noses, and Denny’s. It’s time to sleep.
They are the worst fucking thing on the road.
I got a follower. That just about made my day and will encourage me to post more. Thanks and hopefully more will follow in your footsteps.
Second day of “work”. It doesn’t feel quite like work yet. It’s active enough to keep me busy and not drone on doing the same task over and over yet it gets in the way of things I would rather be doing.
Oh well, no, not oh well, I can’t wait until Tuesday. After that there will be no more “Oh well’s”. I’m grabbing life by the horns and kicking it in the nuts. Fuck this shit.
Is it bad that I think best when I’m tired? Oh well, I hate how being around the one person you want but can’t have makes you feel once you’re not around them anymore. You’ll spend an entire evening content with your place in life because you are just in the presence of that person. Then everyone leaves you alone with your thoughts and you go mad thinking about them. If this is what love actually is I don’t know if I could take it.
Fuck love on a one way street.