freakqueen

Keith is wonderful. Let's just make this clear. I've learnt that things don't have to make sense. I know i can't function without Keith or Sean. Why? I don't fucking know. I don't choose whom to care about. There are people that simply don't matter. No matter how hard i try, i can't seem to care about them just enough.
...and then there are these two boys who matter more than i could ever comprehend.
I sometimes forget this--i choose to forget--only to be reminded when things go bad and i find myself precariously close to breaking down.
i've accepted that this is simply how it is and that there is nothing i can do about it. You may think that i exaggerate with my "nothing." I'VE TRIED! And everything has failed. It now simply feels wiser to accept and do my best to not fuck up. My brain obviously knows shit all when it comes to matters of the heart. /emo.

Andrew came by and visited me at work today. I've been arriving home after midnight everyday. Yet, work rocks.

i want to quit old navy. I haven't shared this yet on SG, but it's been on my mind for awhile.

If Ty ever leaves me, i'll be quitting for sure. Ty is the last resort. Today, he accused me of having a "Rock Star Swagger." It's not the same because Emi and Jenna weren't working. I get made fun of the way i walk often. Emi describes it as a "strut." Ty is absolutely certain that it is NOT a strut, and rather a swagger.
"It's a compliment."
"Um, I think Ty just accused me of walking like a drunk."

Jenna left me. My locker buddy. She'd put my stuff away while i clocked my tardy ass in. Our managers keep changing, so i understand the need to get away. We've also hired new summer staff. It's not comfy anymore.

There are too many parties and events to keep track of what's happening on what day. I will just wait for people to call me and drag me away from the computer.