I wish my name was Jade Elizabeth Guest.
But since I’m already Katie, I’m going to name my daughter that.
March 2010
The candle fire is flickering.
Sigh…
Sometimes,
I feel like all I do is wish. I wish you were mine. I wish I own a sushi bar so I could eat it whenever I pleased. I wish I could go shopping at urban outfitters right now. I wish I owned a car. I wish I got a polaroid camera and a vintage digital professional camera. I wish we went on an actual date. I wish I had my own dance studio. I wish I didn’t get writters block. I wish I could run through a field of flowers happily. I wish I could take shrooms. I wish I can go sky diving. I wish I wish I wish, I wish I stopped wishing.
You know what sucks, hanging out with the guy you used to share the greastest times with, but he is hanging all over his girlfriend the whole time.
This makes me not want to be in a relationship even more. Him being the only person your with 99% of the time, talking baby/mushy talk, agreeing with each other just for the sake of agreeing? DISLIKE.
One, I was disappointed that me and him weren’t able to dance or have a good time with each other. Yea, we used to talk, but that’s the past and besides that we always had a good time together.
Secondly, baby/mushy talk is annoying, being with someone 99% of the time is not love but obsession, and agreeing with every word because you’re afraid of a debate is illogical…fuck illogical, what’s the fun in that?
I just want to kiss someone; it's quite nice actually...to kiss someone and all.
I say, I'm running on no sleep. I've slept all of 5 hours in the past two days.
Me and you Ralf have unfinished conversational buisness!
I’m actually writing a paper right now about atheism and how there is no ultimate meaning to life as well as God does not exist…yadi yada.
I want to feel all the chemicals inside.
The moon is shaped like a smile :)
Why do I sometimes feel as if I am the name of topic?
Like I get these random feelings that someone else is talking about me. I never know if it it’s good or bad until that person confesses when their drunk or sometimes never says anything at all. Hm…I always wondered what were they saying about me…
