So as of now, I'm going to try to write in this more often. I don't know how well it will actually work but it's nice to get things out. By tomorrow I'll probably forget all about it. Tonight I'm especially tired. I know, I say that everyday. But I do feel that everyday. Sometimes I wonder how psychosomatic it is.
Today I had flowers sent to my mother for mother's day. I know that I didn't have to since I already bought her something, but it made her feel good. Plus I felt good too. It's a unique arrangement of tulips. I'm trying to make her feel better. She means more to me than anyone, as corny as it sounds.
Right now I'm listening the song "Stop Me Now I'm Not Ready" by Eye Alaska, and I love it. It describes me in a way that I can't explain. I don't feel like it totally relates to me, but the melody is perfect. The emotion. I've come to the conclusion that I listen to songs on repeat constantly until I can't stand them. Bad habit.
On Writer's Cafe I've been writing more than usual and I'm not sure why. I write these paragraphs... I can't even call them stories because they lack plot. But they explain the way that I'm feeling when I'm writing them, and that's what I like about it. While I don't really get any comments because no one else gets what I'm talking about, it still helps.
Sometimes I miss having a best friend, as much I try not to. I miss having someone to confide in. To trust. But then again, I don't. Being along has brought about question and self reflection. Which is more than I could say previously. I don't mind.
It's 10:10PM and I can barely keep my eyes open. I smell like ice cream and George Lopez is on. This is good night.
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