I've realised its stupid having two blogs. because what am i afraid of to post here that i'm not afraid of to post in my other one. I guess because i know some people read this one. And no one reads the other, and damn well they shouldn't. that other blog details other things, if i'm having a hard time I write in it, like i did after i broke up with steve, but that's really about it.
Its like i'm ashamed of my feelings, feelings i don't even understand myself. I had a bad day on thursday, i don't know if u can tell from the last blog, but i was not in a good mood. That morning i had a hissy fit in the car at my dad..fuck he's annoying. so i was in a bad mood for the rest of the day after that. But it just progressed into something else, all i wanted to do was cry, every moment i was alone, my eyes just welled up. I just felt so upset with everything, so hopeless. I guess it was stupid, but thats how i felt. I felt so heavy, i guess with emotions, that day had been strange. The film we watched in cinema was so emotional, fantastic, but it was just so much to take in.
I've finished all my work now for uni, so i'm v.happy. That stupid essay for cinema i handed in on friday, friday was a good day, my mum took me to uni and then we went to arnolds and to the pines and shit. Still don't know wtf to get my bro for his b'day.
we wanna get him an ipod. but i dunno...he's such a fusssy annoying lil shit to buy for. honestly, if we get him anything he'll go "Ohhh but i wanteeed something BETTER". stupid. As my mother always says, never look a gift horse in the mouth.