Ugh.
I feel like.... ugh. Irritable. Frustrated. Icky. It's awful. Like, i spaz at my so called friends because I didn't run an entire lap during gym (whoop dee doo!) And I was so angry after school that when I went to work out, I got mad at the machines because they kept telling me i wasnt trying hard enough... sadly, I was so pissed off that i tried so hard to make sure it didn't tell me i was doing a bad job, i had my best workout since November 8th. I need to be angry more, it seems.
ON another note,I(sort of) feel your pain, Meghan. It sucks not being able to tell anyone how you feel, just because it seems like they won't care. Seriously, you are the only friend i tell stuff too, along with Kirsten a little too. Everyone else just makes it seem like "Oh, cry me a river" and "I have problems to..." Yada, yada, yada. Sure, I care, but shouldn't you care about my problems too if I care about yours?
Uh...
That turned out to be more about me than i wanted it to be. :( sorry.
I won't say I understand because I'm pretty sure I don't. I have different problems than you do because...well, we are different. I'm also pretty sure you talk to your mom less to your problems than I do... Then again, I may be wrong. I can't imagine that horrors of having a little brother, and i know for a fact I don't understand how tired and busy you are with all the chores and extra curriculars you do. Seriously, it amazes me you still have time for, you know, breathing and eating. It's quite amazing. I couldn't do it. Or i wouldn't have time for breathing and eating.
Well... like Meghan would say, "gotta go catch some Zs."
P.S. Love the grad edit!
P.P.S. LOOOVE the Fyo picture!!!!
-Aly
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