jessicunt

So, I feel like many different people. I'm still me, just seperated into different chunks.
Because so many different things are happening to me, and I handle them all seperately, but I handle them in ways that are true to myself. And why not? I just do what I do, because whatever happens, happens.
But since they're all seperate, all these different things, it's seperating me.
But I don't feel incomplete or anything. Because, I guess, it's all part of me. So how could I complain?
It's kind of exciting. Like reading a book that has different stories that don't connect until the very end. Or at least later on.
Or like watching Pulp Fiction.
Maybe even Royal Tennenbaums.

I think I'm going to take my typewriter out into the living room and type up my resume, fill out my application(s), probably fill out those SG forms, and watch Tennenbaums.

It sounds like a pretty good idea to me.

I guess, I have had a few good ideas in the past. If I hadn't gotten the idea in my head that that boy was cool, and I would talk to him. None of this would have happened. And I'm glad it did. Because, I think I like him. But, I don't know what to do about that. I don't want to be in a relationship. I just want to act like it.