Old post never posted.

Boys lie. Why am I a stupid girl who always believes what boys say? Why do I anticipate what I know will probably never happen? It's days like these that I'd gain weight if I gained weight. But I don't gain it. I don't lose it. I don't get the happy ending, I don't get the fairy tale. I don't even get to be the other girl int he fairy tale. This is poopy. And I don't like this...... 




I wrote this a while ago... Sheesh! 

I could be better than me.

I've been thinking about writing for a long while, but have yet (until now) gotten around to it.
There are so many things going on in my head. I'm surprised I haven't exploded from not writing them out. Some of these things are options I have... Including but not limited to: I could go into the service, I honestly think about it all the time. I could go back to school for something I think I might actually do. I could sell all my worldly possessions and live in a van, down by the river. I could try dating again. I could try and find a job in WI. I could throw caution to the wind and run away. I could learn motorcycle mechanics. I could play the lottery, but not really. I could invest in audio equipment, and keep working this job I dislike 75% of the time. I could rearrange my schedule again. I could eat Hardee's Biscuits and Gravy every day and then exercise, and not eat dinner. I could go on a 4 day mini vacation. I could join the military. I could focus on either learning a hobby, instrument, or language. I could go to the money managers seminar. I could tell the 'truth'. I could fall apart. I could have a nervous breakdown. I could pretend to be content with my life as is. I could walk away. I could paint more. I could get my motorcycle license. I could speculate about how I feel, and how others feel about me. I could cry myself to sleep. I could try to be a better friend to those who forget me. I could go to bed.