"at the end of the day"
Aug. 19th, 2004 03:03 pmt minus fuck.
well, apparently, my eagerness to get a firm date when the original confusion arose availed me not in terms of arriving at an accurate date.
it's now next friday not next monday.
and i certainly don't feel like restarting the count.
in fact, all i feel like doing is crying. so i shall.
why can't i be a adult and handle disappointment like a rational person? why do i have to be this way? i take every single precaution i can not to get myself into positions where i have to deal with this aspect of my personality, because i hate it, because it makes me feel weak and pathetic. and guess what? even when i try, i can't.
fuckityfuck.
well, apparently, my eagerness to get a firm date when the original confusion arose availed me not in terms of arriving at an accurate date.
it's now next friday not next monday.
and i certainly don't feel like restarting the count.
in fact, all i feel like doing is crying. so i shall.
why can't i be a adult and handle disappointment like a rational person? why do i have to be this way? i take every single precaution i can not to get myself into positions where i have to deal with this aspect of my personality, because i hate it, because it makes me feel weak and pathetic. and guess what? even when i try, i can't.
fuckityfuck.