Friday, August 12, 2005
Summer Time Post
No one is going to read this. But I hope they do. It will be long, because I never update.
I haven't been to work in a week, and I miss it. Stupid injuries. I feel so bad for not being there, like I let them all down. Because they always hate the sick and the weak the most. But hey, why should I care. I don't get paid based on how they feel about me.
Summer is the worst season. It's sweaty, painfully hott, and you need to look good inspite of it all. I'll always have a certain loyalty for fall. Not because of the colours, but because of the feelings. Summer just died, and you're waiting for the worst to come. Sometimes Winter waits for awhile, just to watch you wake up every morning.
Sometimes he hates you because you love too much. Hate him. Sometimes that's the only way to feel nothing. Sometimes endings aren't meant to be turned into something else. How come no one accepts it?
Life is disappointing. Every time you think you have something, it always gets lost. I went shopping the other day, you know, like a really lame teenage girl always does. And, as per usual, I came out in tears. Why? Because I'm a lame teenage girl I guess. I just hate it so much, being this way. Unable to stop caring about the same old things. The habits aren't gone, they're quiet. And there are times, when I almost wish it were healthy. Sometimes I pretend it is.
Anyway, I just watched Cry Baby, and I'm still getting over the glorious-ness of it. It was probably the most...beautiful....Johnny Depp movie of them all. So until next time, comment if you want me to keep posting. I'm so tired of an empty blog. Also, I'm buying the Britney Spears' greatest hits CD. So there.
Plus, I'm done. Hair-dye time.
I haven't been to work in a week, and I miss it. Stupid injuries. I feel so bad for not being there, like I let them all down. Because they always hate the sick and the weak the most. But hey, why should I care. I don't get paid based on how they feel about me.
Summer is the worst season. It's sweaty, painfully hott, and you need to look good inspite of it all. I'll always have a certain loyalty for fall. Not because of the colours, but because of the feelings. Summer just died, and you're waiting for the worst to come. Sometimes Winter waits for awhile, just to watch you wake up every morning.
Sometimes he hates you because you love too much. Hate him. Sometimes that's the only way to feel nothing. Sometimes endings aren't meant to be turned into something else. How come no one accepts it?
Life is disappointing. Every time you think you have something, it always gets lost. I went shopping the other day, you know, like a really lame teenage girl always does. And, as per usual, I came out in tears. Why? Because I'm a lame teenage girl I guess. I just hate it so much, being this way. Unable to stop caring about the same old things. The habits aren't gone, they're quiet. And there are times, when I almost wish it were healthy. Sometimes I pretend it is.
Anyway, I just watched Cry Baby, and I'm still getting over the glorious-ness of it. It was probably the most...beautiful....Johnny Depp movie of them all. So until next time, comment if you want me to keep posting. I'm so tired of an empty blog. Also, I'm buying the Britney Spears' greatest hits CD. So there.
Plus, I'm done. Hair-dye time.
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