Okay. SO i lost my magic touch in journaling. kinda.
I don't even feel like journaling that much anymore ... BUT... i need a place to express myself so i don't freak the hell out because
i'm not exactly the talking type. at least not anymore. bleh.
Nope. I'm no the talking type but when somebody gives me a pencil and a piece of paper. I fly. Literally. Angels sing in the backround
and words from my heart is being written down. - heh. or typed down actually cuz i stopped diary-ing on paper a while ago-
OH GOD. You know what? I hate it when something you forgot to do suddenly hits you in the back of the head.
I dunno, i hate talking on the phone. It always ends up in awkward silence. There's one exception but you don't need to know about
"OKAY. so like what are you doing this like... weekend like .. yea?"
"I dunno... um.. you?"
"Oh i'm like.. TOTALLY going to the mall this weekend. OMG (literally OH EMM GEE- GOD don't you hate it when people do that?) I
TOTALLY have to get like... NEW jeans!"
"Oh. Cool. "
-AWKWARD? yea. definately.