Christopher’s gone. He came to work just to say goodbye to me. Pretty much my only friend. One of the only people in this universe who thinks I’m worth having a conversation with. I’m really happy for him that he’s going back, because I’ve been in the same situation as him- but that doesn’t mean I’m not ridiculously sad to see him go.
In other news; I’m getting so anxious about moving. I know it’s going to be great. I just know it. I can’t wait to clean, and cook and run my own house. Be a little family with Mitch and a couple kitties.
I’m so dissatisfied, all the time, about everything. I want a new job. I want friends. I want money to buy a car. I want to model for Bei Capelli. I want to take classes. I want to know what I want to be. I want to make something of myself. I want to help people. I want to make people happy. I want to look like ‘this’. I want to buy ‘that’. I want to go ‘there’. STOP. I never just stop. Never smell the goddamned roses.
I’m such a complainer. Such a worrier. Such a bitch. Such a fun-sucker. So imperfect.
Shit. I forgot to do laundry.
Get up and do it now > go to work naked. akjfnasjkldfnkdsuhnfksadfhuifhwek.
My next post will be a happy one. I promise.
OH and, Facebook sucks for making me have timeline. SO irritating.