2006-03-12
Life is not what I thought it was...
I went home this weekend, and I told myself I would be strong. I kicked myself in the face, and then I told myself to snap out of it.
This is essentially my conversation with myself:
"Mary, stop being such a B-word. You're ridiculous. Okay, so your old roommate was mean to you. Move on. So everyone you've ever met has been mean to you. Move on. Don't let someone from your past ruin your future."
Yeah, I can be pretty inspiring at times.
Yet I'm fighting already. Life is not what I thought it was five minutes ago.
(Forgive me for my cliches.)
This has to stop. Now. It's gotten to the point where Andrew is calling me on my sarcasm and bitterness. That's not good. I hate it when he calls me on things.
Who am I hurting? Besides myself? No one.
Oh, it sucks butt, being wrong. I hate being wrong.
4:27 p.m.