Shut Your Mouth And Kiss Me

I wish I thought I was as nice a person as everybody else thinks I am. I know I’m just my harshest critique but I can’t shake the whole ‘Wow, you’re an actual bitch’ feeling sometimes. I know this is going to be read by people that don’t know that much about me, and some people that know everything about me but I can keep secrets too. Now things are back to normal (I kinda lost my head for a second there, during that last week) I can finally finally put pen to paper – or in this case fingers to keyboard. I was never a sheltered teenager. My parents sure as hell tried to keep me out of trouble, and I was smart, but I never ever went with my gut – I always went with my head. Going with your head could seem like a good idea at the time but when you look back it’s really not.

Last weekend was fucking awesome. I met three guys that I thought I’d never ever in my life actually meet. Meeting up with someone from the interwebs could end up bad, but when you think you know someone well enough you don’t care about the risks. I know I was lucky, and some of my friends thought what I was doing was stupid but last Saturday has been my favourite worry free day this whole year.

This weekend was not so much. I have been bored out of my brain the last 48 hours (apart from 3 hours yesterday).  I spent most of today nit-picking thoughts and ideas down to the point where I could not think about anything any more. I wasted a day, for nothing.

Over and out.