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Tonight i sat in a park with with a boy for 2hrs,
while he played songs on his guitar,
and i watched planes fly in awkward formations.
I’m honestly just waiting for this all to end.
It’s too good to be true.
Bake cookies.Work on painting.Take shower.Go to work.Sleep.Go to work.
Lets do this.
EDIT:
Someone didnt tell me that we’re out of butter. UGH.
Work on painting.
Take shower.
Go to work.
Bake cookies.
Sleep.
Go to work.
At some point today i realized how badly i need to get out of this house.
I need to be on my own.
And i need to start living.
I’ve already done the math.
I want to be out before the end of this year.
Yes, i’m serious.
Remember that one time when the guy i had been crushing over actually showed interest in me to the point that we actually hung out twice and then he suddenly flipped his shit and it reminded me as to why i don’t take risks and that i really am going to die alone with my 37 cats?
Yeah.
Neat.
I would also really like everyone to stop asking me what i’m doing for my birthday.
I’m not doing anything.
I srsly can’t shake this feeling.
Whatever
These 5 people will never be in the same place at the same time ever again.
The above statement bothers me more than anyone will ever understand or know.
I would give anything to go back in time.
I just miss my friends.
No shame 2012
