Hmm...things are...decent. I have been on an emotional rollercoaster. A lot like michelle.
I wish I could just be the person I want to be. And have everything in place cemented the way I want it, you know? I know what I want to do and how I want to be, now damnit, I want to be me for sure!
None of this wishy washy half assed unsureness. Why can't I just be the way I envision it in my head? I want to be able to know for concrete, written-in-stone-sure of what I want. Why can't I just be content with my lot? Things sure would be a lot easier if I didn't second guess myself all the time. I just...
I want things to happen in a direct and straight time line. And I know how I am when things don't go my way. I know how pissed I get when my roommate uses my hair dryer or when the pair of jeans I planned to wear that day are dirty. How the hell can I plan out the rest of my life without it going awry?
Oh....that's right, I forgot. Sorry. My life has been fulfilled since I went to the Hanson concert. My bad.
But seriously. I wish I wasn't such a wishy washy bitch. fucking head. Can't I give myself a lobotomy? And do what I want to do?