EW EYEBALLS!
People keep staring...whatever. Eye balls are nasty though. But they tell you so much. Like when someone smiles...you know it's fake if their eyes aren't smiling too. People are stupid. Why don't we all just start our own rumours so that we can find out where they end...and if our "friends" will let us know what's going around about us? I think that would just make so much sense. We'd all have no problem with what was being said with us...and we would all be able to find out who our true friends are. I'm so happy it's depressing. Someone PLEASE get me out of this feeling! One day I'm going to wake up and wonder why I'm so happy...then when I find out that I'm not actually happy...I'll be so depressed. And like I'm already intensely depressed...but I'm happy...I don't understand. Maybe all I need is food and friends and all God sends. Pshhh. No way. Just a job. Then I won't have to think as much. Or more. I don't know. I think I thought more during the summer, but it's hard to say because all different things were on my mind. Life is so screwed.
posted by Toes @ 4:55 PM
1 Comments:
Allison, I find your eyes hide more than they show... Course that is because they trap me inside like a small insect sucked into a tar pit :P
I hope that you don't feel depressed happy for any specific reason. It can be tough getting back into the real world, I went through much a simillar sensation when I got back my first year of camp, and it kinda sucked.
'course what happened to me may just be that it only happened to me
he he.
Any way, Not sure what questions you meant when you were refering to the e-mail. If you want to go punk its fine by me, and I will talk to you tommorow after 3 about getting together this weekend.
Talk to you later my Dream Girl,
John
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