Current mood:

sad

I'm alright. I'm thinking a lot lately- I blame the menstrual cycle...but perhaps that's just me.

I miss my friends...

I don't like being forgotten...

I don't like being ignored...

I don't like being ignored and not knowing why...

But I'm not the boss of anyone...they don't HAVE to tell me anything, and I guess I'm okay with that. Your life is your life, your dreams are your dreams and damnit- hold onto that...all you want. That doesn't mean that I'm not going to care...but maybe it'll make you feel better...

Found a tattoo that I really want- its of an old-fashioned style heart with a spiffy keyhole in it. I figured that I had a poem entitled "Unlock my heart"...might as well have a visual as well.

I'm getting it...soon...

probably after I learn about casting for the rocky show...

I'm not really expecting anything, as much as it hurts to say that...because I don't know who he's already promised the roles to, or how he's casting...its anyone's game at this point.

OH, I guess happy times for me...I got full time at work. That means that I can get a doctor and a dentist and whatnot...I can get surgeries that I need to have done and maybe I can stop feeling like crap all the time...maybe I can go to a chiropractor...get my teeth cleaned...bleached and gods know what else...

but yay--- and you know what? I should be a lot happier about it.

I guess the thrill will hit me in a couple of days.

and please...no more sympathy...as much as I love you guys, responding to everything with "you're so smart...things will get better" Is not what i'm looking for in this journal...I'm not someone who craves sympathy...please stop giving it to me...its making me not want to write, if that makes any sense.
which it probably doesn't...

so now i'm probably going to be labelled a bitch...

but you know what? I got full time...and so BOO-YAH- IN YOUR FREAKIN' FACE!

PS- there was a kid that made me cry today...he was about 2 years old...and he didn't have hands...only bandaged nubs...and he was so scared of us he was flailing his nubs at his guardians... "sniffle" the poor thing...how would it be to grow up without hands...

think on that...

it would suck... :(