with the amount I use this blog to vent about it, this thing is starting to make my life sound like its all lameness, and no love.
not true at all.
alas, i find myself venting again. venting to let out the frustration of women in general. "I'm fine" does NOT mean that you are fine, as much as you'd probably like to believe it. why am i always the bad one.. even when it was something actually serious bothering me to begin with. and when I somehow spit out the words to what it was, it was turned around on me. that was months ago.
but a prime example of what I keep finding happening in this.
akjglakjfglkafg.
k im just venting.
if that is all i have to complain about, then really I have nothing at all. im the bad one in the two of us.. ykno having dabbled in drugs and whatnot. at least I eventually come clean about it..