January 2011
15 posts
I think the only reason I like dating, is because you’re almost guaranteed to cross someone’s mind on a daily basis. It makes life a lot less lonely and frightening knowing someone will love you as much tomorrow as they did today.
Daily ramble 1/24
…It is what it is. If it didn’t happen today, maybe it’ll happen tomorrow, and if it doesn’t happen tomorrow maybe it wasn’t meant to happen. And why stress over something that wasn’t meant to happen when there’s a billion things out there waiting to happen to you anyhow. You just go for what you want and hope everything else will fall into place when it...
I never feel like seeing anyone, but I always force myself to go out because I don’t like being alone either.
Odd how you can like someone so much they surround your every thought, then feel absolutely nothing for them several months after. Interesting how you can convince yourself you’re in love with someone and then have time fly by and feel nothing. I can forget the face of a lover in a week, the name in a second. I wonder why it’s gotten so easy to forget; why no one is worth remembering.
Last night was enjoyable. I took a few shots of vodka and got that sweet lightly drunk feeling. Then I smoked a bowl, compliments of a good friend. And then I took this fantastic green pill and rolled my body out. Followed by another bowl, I felt wonderful. Its amazing to finally let go and focus solely on touch, sight, and sound. What’s even more amazing is that I’m not even having a...
I never tried being friends with an ex boyfriend before, and may I say I don’t like it. I don’t know how people can do it. Realizing how many things you guys went through together and how close you used to be, and then trying to be friends is really awkward. Especially when you’re around the guy you like now.
Angry. Angry. Angry.
Sigh. The lady working at the hair supply place gave me the wrong dye, and now my hair is fucking black. I mean, I went through two bleach jobs and two dye jobs to get my naturally dark hair light enough so I could dye it a golden ash brown, and instead now it’s back to black. Waste of fucking money, time, and now my hair is horribly damaged. Oh, also, there’s no room for me in the...
“No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed...”
– Chuck Palahniuk (via suspendedspirits)
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