It’s so weird how things change within a matter of time. Especially when it’s a short period of time. I haven’t been around a majority of my friends, they seem so busy. Also they’ve been getting on my nerves. For example a conversation I had with a friend…

Anonymous Friend: “I had the hardest week of my life.”

Me: “Me too, is everything okay?”

Anon-Friend: “No, my mom took me shopping, right?”

Me: “Uh-huh.”

Anon-Friend: “Well, we’re at the mall and I was putting all the clothes I need into the cart. We get in line and the lady rings everything up.”

Me: “Well what’s so bad about that?”

Anon-Friend: “My mom had to put back one of the shirts because we didn’t have enough. Do you know what it feels like to have everyone stare at you, like you’re some kind of bum? Any ways, what happened with you.”

Me: “My family got evicted and I am technically a bum, but now I’m living with my boyfriend.”

Believe me, I’m not saying that I have the worst problems in the world. What I am saying is no matter who you are, or how much you have, you’ll ALWAYS want better. Maybe it’s part of being human. :/ 

I woke up today, feeling like a better person. I don’t feel weird, I feel…here. I’m sleeping over my cousins house today. He’s playing hot wheels, he’s 5. We were just playing Left for Dead 2, he’s beast at that game. My stomach is weird lately, I can’t eat very much. I guess that for the best.

My nails are neon orange, it’s really distracting while I’m typing. O.O

Well, I’m off to another social networking site. :)

There’s something about everything working out. I guess it’s been a while since things have gone in a positive direction for me. I still can’t believe Marc and I are together. Don’t get me wrong, I’m beyond grateful. I love him, he’s more than “Everything” To me, He’s my life. Call it dramatic, call it what you will. I know what I feel.

I guess that’s a recap of my life, except for the weird feeling. I call it the weird feeling because I can’t define it perfectly. For example I feel as though my brain is on auto-pilot. I’m stuck in a routine, I begin to go numb. Maybe it’s because I’m up at hours like this. I’m awake until 5-6 AM. It’s insomnia, I guess. Yet it seems to have deepened my depression. I feel like a bitch for letting it get to me. I feel hopeless, I really hope things become normal. What ever the fuck that is. 

-Mikki