I need to pick out outfits for the week. And a new look for the week. I bore myself, regularly. I like to keep things interesting.
I think I’m okay with not having a boy.
It really sucks. And sometimes I’m really lonely because I have no one to fill the empty spaces of my life with, you know? But I’m actually okay. I feel like it’ll all be worth it someday. Like even if the perfect guy is out there right now, it’s actually better that I wouldn’t meet him til later. Because so many guys in my life I felt that I met them at the wrong time, or they came to me at the wrong time, and if I can just wait and be patient and get my school in order, and get a steady job and finally have all my shit together, then maybe, maybe the perfect guy will just come along. All at the right time. Is it stupid for me to think that? Is it stupid for me to believe in that sort of thing?
I guess it is. Call me naive. But I’d rather be naive believing that something like that could actually happen, than be bitter knowing that it never could.
