its late, i should be asleep, but i dont feel right. i dont feel finished.
do you ever get that feeling that something is bothering you, but you just dont know what? and then you drive yourself around in circles until you figure it out.. but by the time you figure it out its already too late or you just dont care anymore?
well, im not really sure where im at.
i think that tomorrow will help me get back on my feet.
spending the day with some friends, then sleeping over. carnival, and then dinner sunday with my boyfriend.
i dont really see anything offputting in that equation, but this drama thing is really grinding on my nerves. if everyone would just shut up amd realize that no matter how fake they are, or how petty, or immature, or whatever, that at some point people are going to see through them and just be done.
you are so fucking fake
wash your mascara down the drain
and put away your pretty victorias secret dresses,
and come out with your fucking fists swinging.
i never knew that this is who you were, or who you could be. and i think, i think thats why im upset. because i never knew you were fake.
and you, well, i always knew you were six but hey, diggin' yo tag team.
too bad nobody else is.
anyway, i should probably go to bed.
i should probably do (and not do) a lot of things.
id love to play russian roulette sometime.
ill cheat the cylinder by six, though.
just to make sure i win.
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