I’ve been a complete and total mess the past week and a half. I’ve been uncontrollably hideous, desperate, lonely, and that horrible feeling of not being able to focus on anything but wanting to jump someone.
Saturday was not a lot of fun for me. I was just in pieces on the inside. I was lazy at work, and afterwards I went down to Provo for Dancesport. Not a good idea for someone who is going through one of those, “I have a crush on every boy!” phases. There were so many attractive guys…or maybe because I just wanted some. Meh. Anyway, I was all torn up about that.
Afterwards I went to see The First Kiss and we talked for a while, I felt a little better. Quoting Drop Dead Gorgeous always does that. But even after our chat I felt like curling up in a little ball and not wanting to move for a while.
…Okay I can’t finish this tonight; my roommate is reading the Book of Mormon oultoud in Korean.