why, oh why, is it so hard to spend some quality time with the people i want to be with? i dont want time. i want quality time.
or am i simply jealous of others' ridiculously colourful social lives? am i just being needy? i never thought i would become such a person, but. there is always a but.
when you're 20, 30, 40 years old, you worry about very different things than when you were 16.
i cant sleep. do insomniacs dream?
i think i have too much time on my hands. been doing a lot of unnecessary running in my brain. guess i should get a job soon to occupy myself!
it has only been a few weeks, but i dont know how long more of this i can take. my fuse is getting shorter and shorter. now that i see more of you, i have less and less to say to you. i'd rather i see you less, but have more to say during the time we actually interact. again, quality time.
