Saturday, 1 October 2011
08:03:03 AM (GMT)
So much for our reality-show-like-life.
Whatever. I don't need a boyfriend.
I feel like I do. I feel alone. So, so, alone.
And hungry. so, so, hungry.
My short story is about bombs. BOMBS. You know who gave me that idea? ETHAN. And the
one he gave me before that, involved somebody getting mauled by a bear. But that one
had a happy sweet ending.
You know, I'm kinda thinking Jake must've not really liked me all that much if he
would break up with me over trystin. He said it himself, nobody even likes trystin.
The fact is, the wrong people like me.
I don't necessarily want to fall in love. I mean, it would be nice.
But I don't want to feel lonely. I want someone to make me laugh, to go on adventures
with me, to help me stop being such a depressed loser all the time.
And maybe I don't even want to date them. Maybe I just want a really, really, really
You see, I feel like I don't really want anything serious.
I want to feel liked though. I want someone to cuddle with when it gets cold.
somebody to lean on. to do couple-y things with.
WHAT IS LIFE.
and so begin the semi-depressing diary entries again...