What are you going to do now?
what are you going to do now?
what are you going to do now?
what are you
going
to do
now?
I feel as though this question will never ever go away. every season of my life will have me asking this question until I die. ironically I don't think I will ever know the answer.
if I know what i'm doing tomorrow, that's good enough for me.
I feel like I'm missing out on my real life. I know this sounds strange but I don't have time to paint, or draw, or play instruments, or look for new music. It's sad, but when can i ever find time (or space) to do all the things I love? I spend all my time working and thinking about money and that's not how I want to live. So how do I change that? maybe if i have a day for each different thing. i don't know. we'll see. I'll come up with something.
I've pretty much given up on finding someone. It's a waste of time to keep thinking about it. i guess it's good though because sometimes I even forget that i'm single, but when I do think about it, it's almost too much and i start thinking all the wrong things like, there must be something wrong with me, or I must be ugly. which I know are not true, but they are the only explanations i can grasp.
last week a guy hit on me, I smiled and thanked him and literally ran away. I geuss I don't like strangers coming on to me strongly, why would anyone? I mean, i was flattered but how do you respond to someone who randomly says to you, "We're lucky to have you, You're the most attractive Americorps member we've got" tell me, how would you respond to that? thanks and run away right? right.
same with an older guy who was doing security during the midnight shift of the extreme makeover home edition "yeah! we've got these hot girls tonight instead of some old ladies." thanks thanks, real nice of you to say that. guys can be such pigs.
maybe thats my problem is i don't give guys a chance. who knows? I think if the right one came along i wouldn't hesitate to give him a chance. i don't know.
wow, why did I just spill this all out? sorry if you could care less about my loveless woes.
i'm gonna post it anyways.
so. what am I gonna do now?
what are you going to do now?
what are you
going
to do
now?
I feel as though this question will never ever go away. every season of my life will have me asking this question until I die. ironically I don't think I will ever know the answer.
if I know what i'm doing tomorrow, that's good enough for me.
I feel like I'm missing out on my real life. I know this sounds strange but I don't have time to paint, or draw, or play instruments, or look for new music. It's sad, but when can i ever find time (or space) to do all the things I love? I spend all my time working and thinking about money and that's not how I want to live. So how do I change that? maybe if i have a day for each different thing. i don't know. we'll see. I'll come up with something.
I've pretty much given up on finding someone. It's a waste of time to keep thinking about it. i guess it's good though because sometimes I even forget that i'm single, but when I do think about it, it's almost too much and i start thinking all the wrong things like, there must be something wrong with me, or I must be ugly. which I know are not true, but they are the only explanations i can grasp.
last week a guy hit on me, I smiled and thanked him and literally ran away. I geuss I don't like strangers coming on to me strongly, why would anyone? I mean, i was flattered but how do you respond to someone who randomly says to you, "We're lucky to have you, You're the most attractive Americorps member we've got" tell me, how would you respond to that? thanks and run away right? right.
same with an older guy who was doing security during the midnight shift of the extreme makeover home edition "yeah! we've got these hot girls tonight instead of some old ladies." thanks thanks, real nice of you to say that. guys can be such pigs.
maybe thats my problem is i don't give guys a chance. who knows? I think if the right one came along i wouldn't hesitate to give him a chance. i don't know.
wow, why did I just spill this all out? sorry if you could care less about my loveless woes.
i'm gonna post it anyways.
so. what am I gonna do now?
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