things are bizarre
moving on and growing up it so wierd
resisting it is futile but going with it can hurt like hell cause of what u leave behind and what
it means to u .
and theres times that you feel like fighting but you have no spirit left. and it kills me cause i
feel like it at the moment and i just feel so deflated. but i love my job. i love it. i really enjoy it. but i miss seeing
people everyday and its sad that i havent kept in better contact with people and it makes me think that our friendships were
only existent because we saw each other every day. friendships because we had to not because we wanted to
or maybe im just being hormonal and cynical
