Love is such a strong feeling. A feeling that you only get with certain people. I shouldn’t be scared to share my feelings, but to be honest…. Lately I’ve realized how terrified I really am. I think it’s that I’m scared I won’t get the response I’m looking for. I guess I don’t need to tell him how I feel. I can just show him and it should be just the same.
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To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.
There are very few things in life that bother me. But the things that do, really get under my skin.
For example one thing that bothers me is when people, guys in my case talk about how they really want to take you out, you’ve been hanging out with said guy for a few months and he still hasn’t taken you out. You slowly distance yourself from him and eventually stop hanging out and talking all together, except for the occasional ‘hello’, or ‘I miss you’. That’s the one that really makes me mad, the ‘I miss you’ text or message on facebook. If you miss me so much then why don’t you grow a pair and take me out like you said you were going to 6 months ago. Oh yeah, cause you’re too busy spending all of your money on the weekend drinking and making bad decisions by the time I’m available to go out you’re broke.
Another thing that bothers me about guys like this is that it never fails that when you’ve finally gotten over them and their childish games and have moved on to someone else that you are really happy with… they feel the need to ask you out on a date.
Yep, you guessed it. This all has happened to me in past and I’m really fed up. I’ve been dating my boyfriend for a short two weeks and the guy that lost his chance decided he should ask me out on a date now.
It blows me away how true it is that people don’t realize what they’ve got until it’s gone. And it sucks that I had to go through with pain and heartache because some guy didn’t realize what he had.
I am extremely happy with my boy and I will not let this guy ruin my happiness.
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I could definitely say that’s my new rule… Expect nothing, but know what you deserve. It’s hard to determine if I really know what I deserve anymore. I’ve been treated like crap and thrown under the bus so much in the past it’s hard to know how a guy is really supposed to treat me. When a guy asks if he can take me out and then never does but still hangs out with you all the time it’s kind of depressing. Am I not worth it to be taken out? Apparently not because I haven’t been taken out…ever. I’ve been told “I would love to take you out and get to know you better”…does it ever happen? Nope. So why bother? I’m so sick of getting my hopes up only for them to be torn down. Not worth it.
I really would like to own a farm one day, where I have people to raise my animals and harvest my crops. Where I just get to be the Suzy homemaker and cook and clean for my family. Of course I would do some work and help feed the animals or something or gather eggs. All I need is a lot of money to buy the farm and a man to start a family with. I looked up farm land/houses for sale in the US and everything is so expensive… I guess this dream will stay a dream forever. Sometimes it’s good that dreams stay dreams because then they can ways be perfect and reality doesn’t mess it all up.
I could keep going but no need to bore anyone.
I really want to play hooky today…and tomorrow… and Sunday. I just don’t feel like working this weekend at all. I just want to go out with my friends and have a good time. And maybe get taken out by someone… He says he can’t take me out because I’m always working all weekend. There are 4 days during the week as well though. Whatever.
I’ve never actually played hooky from work so I wouldn’t really like to find out what the consequences are even though the worst that would happen is I would get fired… And honestly I don’t really care. I would have more me time and time to go out with my friends.
This whole not having a car right now is kind of irritating…I could drive my car but its loud and outta control. I’m sick of having to ask to use someone’s car before I go anywhere and being forced to be home at a certain time the next morning so they can go to work or do what they have to do.
Lots of rambling… And complaining but I gotta do it somewhere or I will explode.
I guess I’m not playing hooky today, maybe next week.
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