lately

i’ve felt like a real bitch. i’m avoiding certain people, thinking mean things about people as they walk past, complaining about people. it can’t be good for me.  and it certaintly wouldn’t be good for them if they knew.

i need some good karma.

i’m sick of being asked if i’m okay. i like people that get the subliminal messages in what i am saying. i don’t want you to randomly ask me how things are going for my friend, or how my test results went. just because you know what is going on doesn’t mean you have a right to ask. i suppose that’s me being bitchy again, but maybe i just don’t want people to think they have a right to be nosy just because i’ve confided in them.

but then again, i’m just as nosy. thus, i’m a hypocrite. a bitchy hypocrite.

but i do really love where i am. and as much as i want to go home, i really don’t want to. i’m scared.

~ by tachles on 13 April, 2008.