"Behind every bitch is a girl who got tired of being broken."
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I feel myself reverting back to my old ways. It's a defense mechanism. I've noticed a pattern over the years. It's a fucking cycle. A stupid, retarded, but necessary cycle. Oh well. Deal with it. Everyone has a good side and a bad side. For now, the bad side is what I'm comfortable showing. This side of me is incapable of being hurt or affected by judgment. It's fearless. It's a shield, a mask, an act. Ready for a show?
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Finals are next week and the week after that. Fucking ridiculous. I have to do an oral presentation in English. It's the same day as my 8am training for my new job. I'm going to be so tired that I won't have any energy to be nervous about talking in front of my class. GOOD.
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You what I hate? I hate how people take advantage of the fact that I'm a good listener. I will literally listen to someone vent and bitch about their lives and issues. For hours on end. I'm not complaining about that, REALLY. If venting helps, then I'll listen. I will because I care. Too much, sometimes. I'm complaining about how people won't let ME vent and won't listen to my problems. Helllooo? Don't expect me to listen if you won't return the favor. I'm fucking done with it. A few of my friends do it and I'm fed up. I won't be used like that. No fucking way.
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Woody and I are cool. He was studying. Still is. And being the obnoxious friend that I am, I was bothering the shit out of him. But he promised to hang out with me soon, before Christmas. AND I might see him on New Year's!! So excited!
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Okay, well... anyways. This month should be fun. Get finals over with. Start my new job. Chill with Woody. And plan for New Year's!! AND get my iPhone 4S!!!! Woohoo!
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