But the people I love don't love each other.
Or try to understand each other.
And I'm tired of explaining people to people.
Especially when they turn into vicious monsters of stubborn closed-mindedness every time.
So I'm resigned to letting themselves figure each other out.
But that makes me sad.
Cuz it effects a lot of people.
In a negative way.
School is complicated.
It's too cold to not be snowing outside.
And my 5-wearable-shirt lineup is getting old.
The car is busted.
And it's my fault.
And it's a lot of money.
And that busted my dream of Lasik surgery over the Summer.
I am sick of glasses.
But not as much as I can't touch my eye.
By the way my glasses busted too.
The cookie jar's busted.
And that one's not quite my fault, but no one saw, so it is anyway.
And I wear the cone of shame.
And am considering installing a kitchen in my room so I never have to come out or see a human for the next 3 months.
I haven't had a real Sunday night date in a month with no end in sight.
And my guy works our first Valentines Day.
And the day before that.
And the day before that.
And the day after that.
And the day after that.
And....probably the day after that.
All that to say, there won't prolly be no substitute Valentines Day for this chick.
Which stinks cuz she loved Valentines Day WAY before she had a man.
I wanna eat chocolate.
But I don't do that cuz I really don't want to.
But I still wanna.
And that makes me sad too.
And Satan is pulling the whole God-provides-what-you-need (aka food and air)-and-don't-care-bout-what-you-want trick.
Again.
And now it's late.
And that upsets me.
Guess I should go study.
That's upsetting.
