"Honest to Blog"

Short one today. No picture either.

I put makeup on before work today because my eyes were puffy from last night. Spent about 20 minutes with it on and scrubbed it off. Felt better.

Must you yell? All I did was huff a bit and you puffed me right into oblivion. Damnit, that's like the 2,102,094th second chance I've given you.

I should probably stop thinking about her and focus on you. You make me happy, not something I'm used to. You say I make you happy, also not something I'm used to. Usually we just say "opposites attract," but that doesn't make me feel better about being different. Especially when you're the same as everyone else - it's just me.

I like to tell people "the good thing about me is, that I'll drop whatever's bothering me if a friend is bothered." I stand by that, and if I'm wrong it's one of the few things I'm sorry for.

It's funny how cliche life can be. People say they hate this and that, but when this and that are gone, they'd rather it be here than there.

What if I don't go back to school?

What if I don't come home after work tomorrow?

What if people always remember me as the mispelled version of my name in the yearbook?