7.06.2009

I really have to pee.
Well I don't know about you, but that title certainly fits what I'm thinking right now.

Not the point.

I'm pissed with myself. Why? Oh just because I let myself believe that this boy was actually different from all the other boys. Ha.
What. A. Joke.
At this very moment though.. I don't know if I'm more frustrated because a) I actually thought that things would work. Or because of option b) That things didn't work yet again.

So now I am, like a lot of other girls out there, back to the very infuriating question that we all ask ourselves at some point in our lives.
What the hell is wrong with me?
This is where everyone is like Nothing is wrong with you. It's them. In response to that. If it was really them, then why do all of them have a her and I don't have a him?
Sighh. Whatever. I guess I'll get over that eventually. I mean, it's not like anything can happen while I'm in Chicago anyways.

Ugh. Which also irritates the shit out of me. I'm bored out of my mind. I don't have any friends here. Not a single person. There are ZERO highschool, or even middleschool, students around here. My brother does nothing but aggravate me from the moment I wake up to the moment I am sleeping. Dad isn't very entertaining. My sisters are working a lot. My step mom is at work. This is when people say It can't be THAT bad. Yes. It really can. What did you do on your 4th of July? I'll tell you what I did. I went for a long walk BY MYSELF in the rain. Seriously a long walk. Like 2 miles. And I watched 7 episodes of Lost.
WHO DOES THAT?!
So. Lame.

I feel bad ranting while I'm in a pissy mood. It's almost to the point where I am feeling sorry for myself.
Can't have that.
So I think I am gonna stop now and go pee.
Then....I'm not sure what I'll do then. I haven't thought that far ahead. Sighh.

/feeling sorry for myself.