who i am doesnt matter anymore
i realize i need to get out of here because of the many nites like this.
so im in my pjs, my hairs a mess. and i decide it would be a blast to put on some loud ass music, get all dressed up, use some amazing make up, and do some amazing things with my hair, and go out.
problem = no one to go out with, and no where to go.
fuckin south bend closes at 9pm.
so i get bored, ramble a bit, and go to bed.
this is not living. i am not living.
i need to go far away from here.
or atleast find someone to dress up with me and end up sitting around the house anyway haha.