Well im progressing... but its sad when my whole weekend is completely uplifted by the words "I HATE YOU". ...
i cannot even describe how much you cloud my mind.... its not fair. you torture me all day. i can't do anything without thinking of you. its hard to watch wrestling. its hard to put on most of the shirts i have. i cant go to walgreens. i cant even listen to my music without thinking about you. country music is a disaster for me...even going to the mall fucks me up, "Claires" "Lids" its not healthy in any way. and you'd think id have some peace every once in while... Wrong, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY DREAMS.... everynight its the same thing. I wake up happy expecting a white van to pull up with a crying sister and a just out of bed driver, but reality sets in...and you know what i miss most of all... those stories...i miss hearing those stupid yet amazing stories. i miss them sooo much. i miss having my zits popped by a pro, i miss making fun of you, even though i admire you more than anyone i know.
Seperation is the key to enlightenment...(you might have read that in the zen book)
one more thing...I dont get jealous...because i know, no matter how good looking, how cool, how nice, how old, how great they are... they aren't me. and I'm not just a dispicable piece of shit, you know and i know, there's a great person here.
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