So, I've been doing this diary thing for 2 days exactly. And I decided I didn't like the place where I was already keeping my diary, (mainly because to make it look anything like you want it to, you have to know stuff about html, and I don't have the vaguest idea!) So I opted for here, because...you can do stuff...and it's erm, well, easy. *Sheepish look*
So. Here's my entry for yesterday. Saturday 2nd August 2003
'I'm talking to a guy on the net who keeps talking like 'dis', and 'dat'. It really pisses me off. I'm winding him up on purpose about it cos...I'm bored. Simple as.
I just tried on MILLIONS of clothes I had packed away at the back of my wardrobe. None of them fit me. They made me remember better times when I was slimmer and seemed to do more stuff and love myself more. But I don't really think those times were that good. I'm just kidding myself they were. But at those times, I was just as low as I feel now. Just that it doesn't seem it looking back in hindsight. Hindsight is a wonderful thing.
So, hey hey, it's Saturday. And I'm in on my own. Again. As I will be every night this week and for the next few weeks til he comes.
I centre my life around the 2 weekends a month he comes here, and I really shouldn't. It's not healthy. I hardly leave the house in the weeks between his visits. And this time it's gonna be a week longer. I really should start doing things for myself.
I am doing. I'm learning to drive. That's doing something for me. But it's not coming fast enough. I want it now. Now. When I need it and have the motivation to do something with it.
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