skinnykeychain

I feel like the worlds biggest pussy ever. I'm this huge bitch shoved into a tortilla and I'm about to be deep fried. Why do things have to be so grrrraa. I was doing so good. having fun (and I still am) and not worring about to much except where my next dollar was going to come from. But then she came along.

I meet girls all the time, and a fair share of them throw themselves at me. And I just turn my head with a whatever kinda attitude. I have to be picky right? Of course I have to pick the ones that I can't have.

I just want to scream and get everything out. This is what this damn fucking journal thing is right? I mean wtf am I doing? I'm such a little girl right now. All love struck and retarded. Don't get me wrong love is awesome, but it's usually better when it's returned. Now I just sit here and pine. I was so tired earlier and and crashed and burned hard on my bed. Then I get woken up and I am laying here wondering why I only talked to her for 15mins tonight.

What am I to do? I ask myself that over and over. I'm so worried about timing. Timing shouldn't matter. No matter what I'm going to get shot down. Why??? Because it matters this time... and she's fucked equipment right now. I hate being such a little bitch, but I can't seem to shake anything right now. I know sooner or later I'm going to get crushed.

I'm going to CO in 2 weeks, and I'm so pathetic that I actually changed my phone service so I can talk to her while I'm there and it won't cost me a bagillion dollars. I may as well get a knife slice my dick open and fold it into the worlds largest vagina.

Do I feel better now?
A little...