Even though it always happens, I have yet to grasp the fact that my evenings will never progress how I plan them. Regardless of what doubts or expectations I have, something comes my way that I can't refuse, or that I have to deal with. Tonight was an evening of drunken bowling. Even though a good number of students were at NATS Dr. Lesley decided
(
Read more... )
Comments 3
Reply
I wasn't afraid for my friends to know that I was talking to you. I didn't want them to see me upset and crying because I didn't want to deal with their questions. You know how it is.... if I had been talking to anyone else I would have done the same thing; hang up, shake it off, and act like everything's gravy. It's what I do.
And I called you because I was upset, wasn't sure why, and wanted you to help me figure it out.
Sorry this comment is long overdue.
Reply
You hit the nail on the head though. I can't figure out what the hell is going on in my head sometimes and reading others is the easiest way to keep up with the plot of my life and float through apathy before I grab hold of another decition and take a step to the right. (RHPS...FY)
...writing has become the only true honesty for me really... and it's brutal. But it gets out and at face value things are never really as bad as I feel like they are. Insomniacs club may live again... i hope.
Reply
Leave a comment