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So.... here I am: Fiday, 10pm, verge of tears, hollow heart, home alone, first cold night since being here.
I dunno... Ignorance is bliss and I just don't know how some people can just float through life. I'm jealous. I mean, I wouldn't rather be dead, but I just can't get happy. I need a home. I need rest. I need someone to talk their ears off to, but someone who gets me. Joey and I are so drastically different. I knew it all along, but it's just getting so much more and more painfully obvious everyday. But then I think, if he's not what I'm looking for, then who is? Ugh! It's so hard being here. I'm comepletely disengaged from everyone that means worlds to me, from familiar street corners, constant bustle, and always a place to go: cheap movie, little affordable stores, CD shops, cafes. Why these things do not exist here is beyond me, but they don't. I'm bored, lonely, uninterested, and stuck in this awful cycle of motions... wake up, pretend to feel good about how I look, dress myself, caffeinate myself, go to class, go to work, lay around. Wow. How thrilling. I went to the gym today with hopes of burning off frustration. It didn't work. I need someone to go with. I just do. I cried mid-mile so hard on the inside. I have no release. I've been criticized lately for being too moody, too horny, too sad, too... anything else that's bad. Why can't I be good enough? It can't happen over night, I realize, but I must be doing something right... Wait. I am. Everyone else is just doing everything wrong. I can't snap out of this. Whenever I'm here, there, I just can't be anything but this. I usually don't get like this until the first snow either. I feel nauseous. ♥
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