One day, in a nutshell.
What kind of love is this that keeps me
hanging on
despite everything it’s doing to me
what is this love that keeps me coming
back for more
when it will only end in misery
-Sarah McLachlan
I’m just going to come right out and say it. I feel pretty shitty. I’m tired, frustrated, and angry. I just don’t understand why everything I give just isn’t enough. :boiling: I’m not some goddamn coat to put on and take off whenever people want, you know? I’m a real friend, and if someone tells me I’m their best friend, I expect to be treated like one. I understand that life isn’t meant to be easy. However, some people are just so oblivious to what they do to others. Does everything need to be spelled out? Do I need to be breaking down in tears for the message to come through? All my patience, my understanding, my concern, and my love… was it all for nothing? I don’t want to believe that’s true.
*sigh*
On a somewhat more positive note, I spent some time with my best friend, Chris. (The above rant is not about him). We went to the mall and saw Transporter 3. It was half good, half bad. The action and fight scenes were absolutely out-of-this world amazing. But the plot… eh, not so much. I won’t spoil the movie, but let’s just say this: Yea, it’s another movie about THAT. :/ Regardless, it was worth the 6 bucks (student discount, baby).
As you can with the quote above, I’ve been in a Sarah McLachlan mood this evening. Her album Fumbling Towards Ecstasy is just amazing. All the songs, for some odd reason, seem to fit in perfectly with what I’m currently going through. Hmm… interesting. :rofl: Anyway, I highly recommend listening to that album hell, ANY album from McLachlan.
Hopefully, I’ll be spending time with Audi tomorrow. *crosses fingers*
And as a final note, for all you Mencia fans… sorry to break it to you, but he’s a completely self-absorbed hack and bold-faced, back-handed liar.
Carlos Mencia Caught Red-Handed Live on the Radio
