That's what my life feels like. Awkwardly amazing conversations, deepeyes, hugs, and arms around shoulders. This doesn't seem like my life at all, and it doesn't feel comfortable, but I think I could get used to it.
Brokedown today, for no real reason other than the future, flourescent lights, and too much. Just too much.
Stress and love, and closer to some people than I thought I ever would be. Wait, social interaction? What the fuck is happening here?
Still have to listen to my new copy of "Dying Is Your Latest Fashion".
Still waiting for my new glasses. Any fucking day now.
Now I'm waiting for my hair appointment on the nineteenth.
Waiting.
Tonight I finally get a new episode of Survivor. Thank god. I can live now.
16 years ago
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