Sunday, February 1, 2009

Nothing To Bring It Back, You And I Withstand Broken Visions

Lame night. We went to a club and I didn't really have a good time at all.

I was thinking about how unimportant I am and always have been. Like honestly I'm very discardable (not even a word...just checked and apparently IS a word). I've never been a main person in any of my group of friends. I don't know if that makes sense. I hate how sensitive I am. Like honestly it wasn't even a big deal but I felt so crappy. I hate how I get like that. At one point I was sitting alone and was just kind of shaking. I don't know if I was getting all nervous because I was alone and was worried I looked stupid or if I was just cold or both but it sucked. I hate how anxious I get sometimes.

I was sitting and thinking about how different I am than I used to be. There are some things that I never would have been into before. I don't know. Something needs to change though.

Maybe I'm just overreacting because of a bad night. I hate how I get sometimes.

I wonder if anyone realizes the titles to my blogs are lyrics.

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