welcome.
Meow.
Meow. |
Maybe I'm just too frustrated to be optimistic lately. Hmm. I feel incredibly pathetic about what I'm planning on doing next week. It'll be worth it. Just have to keep telling myself that. Whether or not that's actually true is quite another story. Deep breaths. Open minds. I'm really trying. Whatever that means. No more over-thinking. No more depressing thoughts. I'm not even excited about Christmas. I need a night out. A late night out. Whether that means a cheap movie or a long car ride or... I don't know. Whatever that could possibly mean. It'll happen, eventually. I'm banking on Thursday night. Maybe even Wednesday if I feel up to it. I'm not sure what I'll do, or even if i'll be with anyone else. Of course I'd like company. But it doesn't matter at this point. Is it colder by the coast this time of year? Are pea coats and sand a bad combination? Is running away for a few hours a crime, so long as people know you're gone, But not necessarily where you've gone to? I don't think it's a crime. And I need mental healing sometimes. Come with me? I kid you not. It was Katy's birthday today. I reallyyyyyy don't like Chuck-E-Cheese's... Horrible. Hot. And creepy children. But I do like driving around with the best friend listening to unknown music. I'll take that. I'll take that. |
