Tuesday, June 17, 2008

And We Took Our Bows To The Anxious Crowd

So what exactly is it about my genetic makeup that makes me predispositioned to find guys who are neurotic and can't make up their goddamn mind?

Here I was rather content to just hang out with him and hold hands. And he's practically having nervous breakdowns about the fact that his life is apparently not put together.

We're 22 years old. No one's life is put together at 22 years old!

I'm just so exhausted. I mean really tired. I just want someone who wants to be with me, and is ok with just being with me. Someone who isn't completely obsessed with what is going on in their lives, or what isn't going on in their lives.

I suppose I should be greatful that he didn't just drop off the face of the planet and stop talking to me all together. But he's the one who started this in the first place. I didn't ask him to talk to me again. I was completely fine without him.

Stupid indie, pretentious, tattoo boy.

Why can't I hate him?

Why do I still want to be friends with him?

At least this isn't as bad as the last one. Thank God for that. No laying in the kitchen floor, no crazy ranting.

I'm done though. I am soooo done.