Everytime I want to leave, they drag me back in.
So, I spent a whole 18 hours away from the blog, but in that time, I didn't really get anything out of my head. My dream sucked, and it felt like a 4 hour long movie. That's weird for dreams. In my dream, I did what I would have done 4 years ago. I picked up my stuff and walked away. Angrily.
I do feel a bit better since the last post though. Talking about it really helped. That's right, I actually talked about my emotions and stuff. A historical day for the world. But I'm still not picking up the phone to call people anytime soon.
So yea, I'm going to eat, study, maybe post again because I can't stop.
2 comments:
Alright Andy, you thought about it too much and that is why you didn't do it. Does this person read your blog, or even know you have one? I think all your posting requires me to put in at least one post. Later. B.
Seriously, I don't think that's the reason. I really don't want to interfere. Isn't it pretty narcissistic of me to think I would interfere? Beh.
I really don't think she reads this. I feel that she would have brought it up weeks ago if that were the case. Unless I'm wrong, which if I am, oh man...
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