Playing hard to get to get me to pay attention works embarrassingly well.
I’ve been searching for space for so long that I didn’t even realize it anymore. All I needed was some time to breathe.
I don’t like being controlled.
I like being able to make my own mistakes.
Got recognized at work today by someone who saw the commercial that I happen to be in. This is not good.
In 42 hours it will be Friday night. I am going to love this Friday night.
Tomorrow, I am going to mail a very important letter, and when I have the reply in my hands, I will sit on my bed and cry and talk to one of my close friends and I probably won’t even open the damn thing until 3am the next day.
Because I need answers and information. I want these things, but I will never be ready for them.
I also want them because I like to Facebook stalk and I like a challenge.
And also because I want to have the upper hand.
Not that this is a game or anything.
When you stop caring so much what people think of you it becomes fun to wonder what people think of you.
The happier I become, the less time I spend on Tumblr.
But I miss Tumblr.
That awful moment when you’re dreaming the perfect dream and the future looks amazing, and the past is forgiven… and then you wake up and think you’re late for work. But you’re not, because today is your day off. All of a sudden real life is a little bit better.