Mostly because I’m really bored and can’t think of anything better to do. Except laundry, but I’m lazy and a horrible procrastinator.
I’m a really nice person. Lots of people don’t believe that, but I really am. I think the reason that people don’t believe that is because sometimes I’m more honest with people than they’d like me to be. I don’t sugar-coat anything, and I don’t hide my opinions because I’m afraid of what everyone else might think, simply because I don’t care what everyone else might think. And people think I’m bitchy because of that. Oh well.
I think I’m pretty. Not everyday, but some days I surprise myself by catching my reflection in a mirror and thinking, “Y’know, I have a really pretty face.” I especially like my eyes and feeling that I’m pretty, even if it’s only sometimes, is one of the best feelings in the world.
I don’t like feeling happy. I was just discussing this in chat. I let my imagination prevent me from feeling happy because I’m just paranoid enough to believe that nothing is ever truly GOOD, that people always have alterior motives, and that nothing is forever. I’m cautious like that, and it sucks.
Above all else, I’m afraid of being alone. Not necessarily in a romantic sense, but physically. I can’t be in a room by myself for very long, especially if it’s completely silent. On the other hand, people generally annoy the hell out of me. So it’s kind of a lose-lose situation.
Greg just called me. He makes me happy (as happy as I can be with all this damn paranoia). He says, “I can always count on you to make me smile.” That, to me, is the greatest compliment ever. I’m happy to know him, even if we never work up to “us”.
I want to be a better person. My status right now includes being unemployed (with more monthly expenses than an unemployed person should have), and living with my parents. My mom used her money to pay for my last car payment. I know that these facts alone don’t make me a bad person. However, I know I need a job. I’ve known that since I quit my last job at the beginning of July. Even so, I haven’t really been seriously looking. Until this week anyway, when I put in for re-hire at my old job. I hate feeling like I can’t take care of myself. Hell, it’s not even a feeling; it’s a fact.
More than just being unemployed, I’m a high school drop out. I hate it. I’m extremely disappointed in myself. So I’m going to try to get my diploma. (After I get a job. No use adding to the monthly expenses that I can’t afford.)
I’m “over” my best friend’s death. (September 26, 1982 - April 10, 2000) I miss her and I always will, but I can look at the newspaper picture of her mangled car and not freak out. I’m proud of myself because, once she was gone, I never expected to last this long. She saved my life though, so I couldn’t take that away from her. She always wanted me to be happy, so now I try. For her. And now I’m crying. How odd. I’m smiling as I remember her though, so the tears are welcome.
This post is a whole lot longer than I expected it to be. I’ve composed a few OPs similar to this one, just how I’m feeling, what I’m thinking, and what’s going on in my life, but I’ve never been able to click on “Submit New Thread”. I don’t know why.
I don’t know what my goal is with this thread. But do I really need one? No, I don’t think so. Maybe someone will get something from this, but I doubt it. In any case, this is me. This is the stuff that I’ve been thinking about lately, but couldn’t work into a current thread. MPSIMS, right?