Topic: { me }
Mood:
Now Playing: Welcome To My Life -- Simple Plan
I have lots of lives. I have my school life. My work life. My home life. My friends-etc. life. My Web life. I don't have a life of my own.
Seems weird but it's true. When I'm in my room, I don't have time for myself. I'm getting dressed or cleaning up or getting something or putting something away. Or sleeping. I need a room life. {Shut up, Kelly. Not that kind of room life. Talk to Ashley. She'll tell you. I'm not telling. Ashley shouldn't tell either but we all know she will anyway. As long as no one tells you-know-who. He doesn't know and it's something I don't want brought up again.} Maybe a me life sounds better. My own life. Some time where I can just chill and sit and quietly contemplate stuff.
This is why I haven't screwed anything up lately. I have no time to think about what I'm doing. I have to just do it. {Nike. Oh god. I'm Nike and I'm just doing it. Wonderful. No wonder you people call me ... that special name. Leave me alone. Lmao Ashley. Keep it quiet, please.}
Not only am I sarcastic, I'm having the damned dream again. And I know a certain someone will threaten to tell about it so I'll do it on here and beat her to it. Months ago, I had a really weird dream. I'm NOT going to say exactly what happened, but after that dream I had a really hard time remembering I was female. Well, not that I was female, but that I was supposed to act like a female. {Think girly thoughts!! Lmao.} It was bad. Very bad. And now it's back. I don't know why. I don't have any girl crushes. Not that I know of, at least. And I'm bouncing back and forth between being really girly {ack} and being ... not girly.
Which is messing me up because I start with the re-questioning and wondering just what is wrong with me exactly. I always thought that being bi meant I liked guys and girls pretty much equally and it generally stayed balanced. But noooo. That would just be too simple. Instead, I bounce like a freaking bouncy ball. The funny part? The more not-girly I feel, the more girly I dress. It's ridiculous.
Kelly and Ahs and whoever else is after me, don't screw me up any more than I already am! Ashley, no more with the calling and the tears and the telling me how much you miss me and love me and you want me back because it's not working. {OK maybe a little bit but I'm not coming back. You just make me feel guilty. And no calling Josh and talking to him either. I swear to god I will kick your ass if you do because I know what you want to tell him and that is not happening.} Kelly knows I'm not gonna do anything with her. Two reasons. She's in Philly. And the only way she could get me to do it is if she got me extremely drunk. Which she can't do.
Anyway. Back to my lives. Sorry, I got a bit distracted. Eh. Maybe I need to address my bouncing sexuality more than I need to address my lack of a personal life. I swear it's a curse to be bi sometimes.
I'm really tempted to completely spill, but there are people who read this that would freak out and hate me and run far far away from me and I don't want that to happen. So I'm going to shut up for now.