My best thoughts happen when I'm driving. I had all these things I wanted to write tonight, but now I'm at a blank....give me a few minutes, I'm sure I'll come up with something ![]()
A part of me has died. I'm no longer youthful, I feel myself aging. I feel myself older...way older than my actual age. I think working 2 jobs has added to this feeling and definitely contributes to my aging body. I think having experienced 2 extreme shocking heartaches in my life have added to the aging of my face. A part of me has died. I've created a wall that won't allow anyone to get close. A wall to protect me from getting hurt. From feeling deep pain ever again. I am not that girl who saw the world in a different light. I've become the aging woman that's just going with the flow. Working to survive...working to do what I want...and yet I feel like I have no time to really do what I want.
Like this house buying crap. It's so freakin' stressful. I have friends who make way less than me and they own a home....and here I am...I can't even come up with a big enough deposit. Give me 4 years and I'll be able to put a nice down BUT 4 years from now I probably won't even be able to afford a house. And why do I want a house so bad?? So that I don't have to pay Uncle Sam so much. and yet even if I bought a home, I won't even enjoy it cuz I work mad hours....then, there's the simple fact that I don't know if I want to live in California forever! I mean, LA is way too crowded now. Prices keep going up but people's wages aren't going up to meet these prices (which is clearly seen by seeing bisou bisou at JC Penney), but the main reason...I can't stand traffic. I can't stand waiting for even an hour in traffic to drive 15 miles! I keep thinking..maybe I should save as much as I can until I can...then move someplace where my money can go a long way.
I also need to finish up school.
THEN THE MEN COME TO PLAY...He asked me what my situation is with the other boy. I tell him that the boy is my friend. He says, "like the way we're friends?". Why does it matter now? Why does he care? Last I checked, he didn't want a relationship. Last I checked he didn't want anything. Last I checked, I wasn't his girlfriend, nor was he making the effort in trying to hang out with me. So why does it matter? So I call him out on this...he says "nevermind, it's apparent the boy is a touchy subject for me"...it's not that the boy is a touchy subject, my question is "why does it matter to him now?". He says he doesn't want to lead me on...says he feels he's broken. He's not good with relationships. Feels he'll be single forever. Yet I internalize everything. Am I too difficult? Am I too talkative? Am I ugly? Is it my looks? My weight? My opinions? I hate the "it's not you, but me" speech...and yet, it's very true. I had to give that to Filipino boy...but in retrospect, it was him! ha ha ha. I couldn't see myself with someone who lost his temper too easily, who was too homophobic for my taste, too aggressive for me...yes he was nice, but I just didn't like him in that way....well, I guess the "it's not you, but me" speech doesn't apply to this situation, eh? I am lost. I need to go out more. I need to rest.
And speaking of rest...that's what I'm going to do now. Long week for me....very long week for me.

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