reagan

My favorite Jellyfish is gone.
My favorite people on this site always seem to leave me.
tegan
katie
sixxx
bee
annie
sicily

I still talk to them, but the conversations just seem a little more distant and sad.

Last night i went to a bar and as i stood outside to get away from the loud noise and some horrible late 90s punk song on the speakers, i was approached by someone who tried to start a conversation by asking what i do for work.
I said my usual "i dont work right now" and got the usual face constructed of stone.
I dont think i can take that face much more often. All i want to do is travel. I base my life around the next time i can get on a plane. I like to think i'm mature for my age. but the fact that i can't get myself to grow up and get a job, go to school, let myself fall for someone, or just let myself settle into my apartment kind of contradicts that statement.

I've been quite a bummer lately, haven't i?

Sorry about that...

I don't need someone to comfort me. I need someone to tell me that im being an asshole. and to snap out of it.

This entry may be emotionally involved with the fact that I've listened to the same David Bowie album for the past 4 hours on repeat.