Everytime I get over you, or tell myself that I am…I have a dream about you. It was so realistic, it pissed me off. Now I can’t stop thinking about it. And I miss you. This shit sucks…
Everytime I get over you, or tell myself that I am…I have a dream about you. It was so realistic, it pissed me off. Now I can’t stop thinking about it. And I miss you. This shit sucks…
Is it wrong of me to want to know how you’re doing? Just wanting to see that you’re okay. Meh, oh well.
Life’s good. I’m happy with the way things are going. Even if they’re not going anywhere really. Ecstatic to have a job. Just don’t like some of the people there. But all there is to do is put up with the bullshit. Otherwise I’d be out of a job. Now that I have a job, the next thing on my list is to get an apartment. On my next day off, that’s what I plan to do. Apply for apartments. I’m ready to be on my own. I’m ready to live my own life.
Why? Not only does it taste absolutely delicious. But I’m never hungry when I drink it. Nomm.
Update if you’d care:
Life is fucking amazing.
Have my moments, but I’m beginning to just put it all behind me. I’m stuck in my hometown for a year or so, but I’m going to make the best of it. Hoping to get a place of my own asap. Just got a job, seems pretty legit with all the benefits and goodies I’ll be getting from ‘em.
:D
Now on to tumblin’ away. Haven’t done this shit in months.