just when you find the perfect dress, you find that you also have the perfect excuse not to buy it: you're running low on cash. haha. oh well. reality.
i really don't know why i write all of these on a crazy blog that everyone can read when i have my own personal journal. haha, makes you think what the heck do i still write in that journal.
well, in other news, i finally have a job. yey. not unemployed (or single, haha) anymore.
random musings on random things at random hours. do not take seriously, or personally. WARNING: posts may be cryptic, so if you think it's about you, it probably isn't.
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darkness
there is no single point of trauma that I can think of to explain how or why i react the way that i do. we were never poor, i was never mole...
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shucks, this is depressing. seriously. but i'll try not to get sucked in, i promise. its a lot of things really, but mostly, its about m...
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trying to be something that you are not used to is difficult. trying to be a different version of yourself that you have not been is difficu...
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well, let's start with how i feel right now: sad, lonely, depressed, angry, helpless, unlovable, numb, pissed off. and that's just t...
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