Grrrrrrr
2004-12-08 @ 10:26 p.m.
I hate shopping for dresses.
I hate looking into the mirrors placed in badly flourescent lit dressing rooms. I hate the feeling that comes along with looking into those mirros, the self loathing.
I am not fat, and I am not skinny, I am not average. I am inbetween average and skinny, and each day I get closer to skinny is a small triumph for myself.
I thought that my self-image, and how I view myself was better. Apparently, one shopping trip can change all of that.
I hate that Angela can talk to Sam, and Sam can talk to Angela, and how they can barely fit in time to talk to me. With all the making out and what not. I feel left out and I knew this was going to happen, I'm going to remember this the next time I decide to go matchmaking.
I am so cranky and angry right now, I really do hope that this feeling passes within the next fifteen minutes, because I am tired of it already.
I just need some time to be with friends who actually like me for ME.
-SaM
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