i hate paul. i hate that i trusted him.

Ddddddddddddaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnn…
I am at work. On my break and I feel like complete shit... for real.
I have my little laptop and I’m listening to Bun B.
I had to wait on the table with all of the Epworth bosses at it. And I was kind of nervous. Only because it was 5 people above me with the capability of firing me.
But afterwards my boss congratulated me and said that I got good comments from everyone. They said that I was the best server that they had even though I just started a week ago.
Ha, sweet.
-money on my mind. get money. fuck bitches-
*conversation goes*
He wanted someone else.
I need a day to think about this.
I don’t know if I want to be with you.
I CALL FUCKING BULLSHIT.
YOU WERE SEEING SOMEONE ELSE YOU BASTARD.
And I believed you when you said you would never leave me.
I trusted you and you cheated on me.

I don’t want to talk about this anymore.

I want I want I want I want I want I want…
To be happy.
I don’t want to be alone.
Tomorrow is Monday.
Big reminder of how much I suck.
I’ve noticed that all of my old posts are fun and goofy.
I’ve noticed that all of my new posts are sad and depressing.

Wow. My old best friend that I’ve known since kindergarten... just asked to be my friend on Facebook... We got in a fight sophomore year and have never talked since… that’s weird.

Anyways… I’m off tomorrow..
I drank a strawberry crush soda out of one of those glass bottles. I’m going to keep the bottle and put flowers in it.
I made Paul 2 really cute valentines cards.. and I never got to give them to him.. they were the coolest cards that I have ever made.
Mad World by Gary Jules
Three Seed by Silversun Pickups
I fall asleep every night with both of my arms around the teddy bear that Benjammen gave me… It’s just cute. Makes me happy.
Ha, William Stockwell is probably one of the craziest/coolest guys I have ever met. He is so insane and everywhere. Physically and mentally. I just love to listen to him talk.
I love listening to anyone talk. Except for people who are douche bags and have annoying personalities.
And damn I need to wear something on my hands at work because I forgot how hot the plates are and how they burn my fingertips. Plus old people are super slow so I have to hold a burning hot plate while they move over they’re silverware and coffee cups.
Like for real? Hurry the fuck up! Ha-ha.
I really feel like painting.
Or just watching a good movie early in the morning when its still kind of dark outside with my blanket and a cup of coffee.
I always get really bad headaches when I cry.
that just comes to mind..
Ugh. Aspirations.
And sometimes I wish that I could stop writing the way I think.
All this random bullshit
I want to open an art gallery.
I hope that Ashlee is okay.. I miss her, and I hope everything turns out okay for her…