I think this is the story of my life right now... and I think it's going to be until I put some resolution to things. I learned not to long ago that resolution helps a lot... however sometimes resolution can give you an answer that you don't want to hear
But right now I'm killing myself over it so I don't think that I have a choice. One minute I think everything is on it's way to where its supposed to go... and then something stupid happens. Mind you that stupid thing is so tiny that it truely doesn't matter. However... in my sick head it snowballs into something the size of an Escalade. Last time I checked you can fit 7 of me comfortably inside one of those things.
I used my emotions to finish my paintings though. I really needed to get them done, except that I'm going to be giving them her.
Why?
Because I wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for her. It would have never looked like that because of her. I would have never learned to use my soul when painting if it wasn't for her.
So it's her's
I feel like I fucked up so bad today. All I had to do was wait for her to call me back. But no I get off the phone with Donald who pissed me off and it puts me into a funk and I call her at home.
She makes a comment that makes me feel about the size of a pea.
Oh well what can I do? I don't remember feeling like such a bitch before. I know I've been in situations that have made me sad... but it seems so weird right now.
Oh well
I'm going to bed.

But right now I'm killing myself over it so I don't think that I have a choice. One minute I think everything is on it's way to where its supposed to go... and then something stupid happens. Mind you that stupid thing is so tiny that it truely doesn't matter. However... in my sick head it snowballs into something the size of an Escalade. Last time I checked you can fit 7 of me comfortably inside one of those things.
I used my emotions to finish my paintings though. I really needed to get them done, except that I'm going to be giving them her.
Why?
Because I wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for her. It would have never looked like that because of her. I would have never learned to use my soul when painting if it wasn't for her.
So it's her's
I feel like I fucked up so bad today. All I had to do was wait for her to call me back. But no I get off the phone with Donald who pissed me off and it puts me into a funk and I call her at home.
She makes a comment that makes me feel about the size of a pea.
Oh well what can I do? I don't remember feeling like such a bitch before. I know I've been in situations that have made me sad... but it seems so weird right now.
Oh well
I'm going to bed.