High school drama should stay in high school.
Maybe I’m a bitch for being this way. But some friends made in high school aren’t always “true” friends, y’know? Some are, some aren’t.
Back in high school, it was like we were all in the same boat, and now we’re not. So everyone, that ever knew me in high school, needs to stop pretending like they care about each other’s lives, really. Those who were genuinely understanding, friends with me, them, I’d do anything. I’d travel miles without complaining to see them for an hour. I’d listen to their grievances and quibbles about life and lecturers and family, because they would do the same for me. Because they care. And therefore I care. The others can take a hike.
Because I don’t want to know how you and your boyfriend are doing. I don’t care an iota for your professor, even if we go to the same college. I don’t give a fuck about your family problems, just because we spent eight years of our lives together. Time isn’t a measurement for sincerity or how deep a relationship goes.
I just want to live my life. Alone. Without all the gossip and the digging and…EVERYTHING, that used to be part of high school. Okay. Please.
Something you’ll never forget.
I have many depressing experiences and situations that would suit this perfectly; but I want to keep things light hearted today. Just for today.
Because I got up early to finish pending assignments, without an alarm, after having the best dream in a while. I ate breakfast early, got my life straightened out and for once, took some time out to care for myself. So. Today’s my day, beautiful people.
And to answer this question, I’ve never once forgotten to brush my teeth every morning. Heh.
Your dream job.
I have this irrational fear that no matter how good I am, I wll end up not having a job. Blame it on the Pursuit of Happyness. Blame it on my low self esteem. Blame it on the human need to want to improve what ever situation they may be in.
LOL. I dunno, man. Blame it on the boogie.
But… I guess a job that not only provides me enough cash to support all my needs, and my huge, crazy family’s needs, but also one that keeps me happy and allows for frequent travel sojourns around the world, would be my kind of dream job. Yeah.
Well I can dream, right?
Theres a word on the tip of my tongue the edge of my brain… it is…..?
Mercury. Freddie Mercury. He will rock you.