22 November, 2004 :: 11:11 p.m.
my eyes are bored.
my eyes are bored.
with my life. with my surroundings. i need a major change of scenery. and fast. i don't know if i can wait the year and a half it will take to get me out.
sometimes i am quiet. i don't feel like talking. take no offense. it's just me working through things.
so few love me sober. it takes getting high on something to admit to it.
i will not be used.
i am sick of games. from everyone. seriously. i won't tolerate you people any longer.
justin left a very foul taste in my mouth.
it will not happen again.
"good lovers make great enemies..."
(what do BAD lovers make?)
