Fantasy Basketball!

Tomorrow at one o'clock is my fantasy basketball draft, I am very excited. I also have a class, which means I will have to be very sneaky as I make my picks.

Also, just started watching It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia online, definitely worth it.

And Jadon, I am almost a hundred percent sure you are the only one who reads my blog, so HI!

So

Not feeling inspired.

I wanted nothing more then for her to say it.

Now I want nothing more then for me to not want to say it.

Funny how things will never work out.

Did it.

I did it, I fucking did it!

Gave up, then I actually felt hungry.

Maybe now my blogs won't be so emo.

Even though the only person who reads this so far is my almost emo little brother.

Burn

Giving Up

I can not believe I am giving up.

It is the end, I hope.

Maybe, this time, I will actually listen to myself and not keep trying.

More along listen to everyone else.

I can not believe I am doing this.

How come no one ever told us it was going to be this hard?

Is it a lie?

Is it all a lie?

We are bombarded in the media with the sense of love, that it always works out, that it is able to conquer all, it is wonderful, you will always feel good.

I slept about four hours last night, I ate very little to day, and I have still not felt sleepy at midnight despite having a full day.

The reason? This wonderful thing called love.

It has transformed itself into a myth at some point, along the way either love changed or we ignore it.

The biggest one: Fate.

Love is wonderful, but it will not work out unless you try, and right now, I am the only one trying.

I do not know how I will make it through this, I hope to sleep tonight, I hope to feel like eating tomorrow.

But most of all, I hope that she will call me and tell me that she is sorry.

That she forgives me.

That she wants me back.

That she wants us back.

Really, what I am hoping for is fate.