Tired
I'm so tired of life. I'm tired of working, of thinking, of worrying. I'm tired of smiling, of crying, of fighting, or losing. I'm just tired. No ammount of sleep seems to be enough to get rid of this fatigue that's settled into my very soul. And it's really making me a bitch. I don't even want to talk to my best friend on the phone or even hang out with her really. Not because I don't love her...It just doesn't seem appealing in the least. Nothing really does. And then love is being thrown into my face again. Valentines day is next month and everyone is going Haha, look what we have that you don't. Oh, but that does remind me. Something absolutely terrific happened. David told me that he likes me and that he wants to go out with me. So, we're going to see a movie the day after tomorrow. I'm really nervous about that...What if we can't find anything to talk about? What if it's awkward? What if I find out that I really like him and that he finds out he really doesn't feel anything for me? Yeah, it's a movie...But even so...There's the before the movie chatter, then the after movie talk....I'm obsessing again, aren't I? God, I really need to stop that. I need to instil into myself that I'm sixteen and not going to find love. That's okay, I have my pup and my bunny, that's all I really need. They love me unconditionally.
