Which is why I am so GOD AWFUL at sacrifice. I dread and I mourn over things, I languish and lament, because it feels luxurious and healthy to feel feelings.
My friend Anna has referred to me as an emotional tampon for others. My friend Niki gave me a metaphysical bitch slap last night, as we were out drinking, because I had become so complacent.
"Do you think I'm able to do things I feel like doing?" I had the balls to ask. I already knew it was a A-1 Sauce retarded question. Who the fuck feels like answering a question like that when you're supposed to be out with your good friend drinking? God love Niki, she answered me anyway.
"You are too judgemental. The onl thing stopping yourself from doing what you feel like doing is yourself. You need to not be around bad people. You need to put effort into eating right, exercising, and sleeping enough hours. And if you think you can do this by yourself, good fucking luck."
NIki's got issues too, and she said a lot more stuff a lot more eloquently. But you get the git, right? We were at a bar, which is where most of my most meaningful conversations tend to erupt. I listened to her hard, because I love it when a friend recognizes insecurity and offers me some insight.
Across the street, Fair Park was all lit up, like oranges and cement. ...I have a problem, see...
Wonderful Niki was also referring to Luke, the man of late whom I have a raging emotional boner for. I don't know how better to describe my feelings: he's a cad. But he loves me. Maybe.
My friend Anna has referred to me as an emotional tampon for others. My friend Niki gave me a metaphysical bitch slap last night, as we were out drinking, because I had become so complacent.
"Do you think I'm able to do things I feel like doing?" I had the balls to ask. I already knew it was a A-1 Sauce retarded question. Who the fuck feels like answering a question like that when you're supposed to be out with your good friend drinking? God love Niki, she answered me anyway.
"You are too judgemental. The onl thing stopping yourself from doing what you feel like doing is yourself. You need to not be around bad people. You need to put effort into eating right, exercising, and sleeping enough hours. And if you think you can do this by yourself, good fucking luck."
NIki's got issues too, and she said a lot more stuff a lot more eloquently. But you get the git, right? We were at a bar, which is where most of my most meaningful conversations tend to erupt. I listened to her hard, because I love it when a friend recognizes insecurity and offers me some insight.
Across the street, Fair Park was all lit up, like oranges and cement. ...I have a problem, see...
Wonderful Niki was also referring to Luke, the man of late whom I have a raging emotional boner for. I don't know how better to describe my feelings: he's a cad. But he loves me. Maybe.
