Apparently 10 days is all we can stand to be apart from each other. I hate that it took us so long to figure out how to get it right. A few break-ups and weeks of not talking, I can finally admit that I adore you. In fact, I knew from the start that I was crazy about you and there was a reason I met you. Now it’s just a matter of us agreeing to make it work for the long haul. I can’t wait until you’re back home!!!
So are you in or are you out?
I like blogging all the time but mostly when I travel alone because I can sort through my thoughts. I have been having a rough week thus far. Planning, finding an outfit, being too sensitive, manfriend being in Italy, feeling like I’m annoying everyone, feeling like I have no friends, and basically just being a mess. After two flights and one layover I kind feel better. I put my thoughts back together and know it’s kind of a waiting game. I know what I want for things with manfriend and myself, hopefully he wants the same thing. At least 6 more days until he’s even back in FL. I still don’t have things figured out with school, but I also didn’t expect to. I’m giving that until the fall. And I’ve decided to not fret about whether or not I have friends. It’s just really lonely. And being lonely makes me really, really sad. Then you start to question if you’re just so annoying that no one will be a friend and tell you. I can’t fix it if I don’t know about it.
Overall life is good, don’t get me wrong. I just still need to totally find myself and I sense changes are in store.
But on the flipside, glad to be in LA supporting my best friend. Just ready to change out of these clothes I’ve been traveling. And EAT!
I want to be someone’s favorite person to talk to.
(Source: via-slimshady, via vodkacupcakes)
"I learned that people can easily forget that others are human."
— "Prisoner" from the Stanford Prison Experiment (1971)
(Source: eolithandbone, via vodkacupcakes)
Please do not tell me that you’re going to sleep when you want to quit talking to me and continue to stay up and not sleep. I’m not stupid. I can see time stamps. Just don’t talk to me if you don’t want to talk to me. It’s simple.
Mindless rant about being under-appreciated at work. Ugh.