usually, being busy all the time is a pretty good thing. most people would always rather be busy than bored. but i get so busy i don’t have time to hang out with anyone - i don’t have time to hang out with the only girl i’ve been slightly interested in in a very long time, and it really really sucks because i can’t do anything about it. all i can do is watch as i drift farther away.
this whole heartache/forever alone/loner thing is getting really old. i have no one to hold onto. i know half the time i tell myself i’m glad i’m single, but the truth is the other half is what usually occupies my mind. the half that tells me i want companionship. because i really do.
bored, just got back from seeing The Grey, eating pretzels as obnoxiously as possible. Movie was great, by the way. Fucking see it.
Yeah. What’s up?
work.
work.
work.
work.
work.
work.
work.
work.
work.
work.
work.
work.
work.
and so on.
i wish i had a permanent cuddle buddy/girl to hang with.
ah, female companionship. i forgot what it feels like.
that’s how i’ve been feeling lately. the weekends mean so much more to me, now that i work literally all week. i appreciate time off exponentially more, and i find that i’m appreciating the people around me more as well.
but then when the weekend’s over, another week begins and i get to relive the monotony all over again. woohoo. i manage the grocery and dairy department at a grocery store. go me. not really.
i guess i’m just writing this to get it off my chest. anyone who feels like i do?
i think it’s part seasonal annoyance (not depression) and part ‘i can’t wait for tour’. because i can’t.
hurry up, summer.