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So, pacey's suprise party is going on, I think. I am not sure what day it is anymore.
It is weird that I had a fight with my father and went to a drag show on the same day. I didn't really intend to do that. But it helped. I feel bad about missing Pace's party though, but he will get over it. Since I did remember his birthday.
It feels weird that whatever time it is I am sitting up online again.
I was going to play on the online dating sites..but..
I don't know a lot of things have been confusing lately. And I hate not being able to sleep because I am reevaluating myself like I do a lot of times. It is just frustrating.
And sometimes i feel I have no one to talk to about these things.
Me and nate becoming closer friends is helping, but it also isn't. I can talk to him about some things, but can't about others.
The same with my counselor.
I feel sometimes that I have these seperate identites one is the one I see, the one I can't stand, and one is the person that I project to everyone else, and the identites are so vastly seperated from each other. I wonder sometimes if anyone will ever know the real me.
If I will ever find someone who gives me butterflies, who can help me accept who I am, and not pressure me to be something I am not.
I am going to try to snag a couple hours of sleep before I have to go to work.
It is weird that I had a fight with my father and went to a drag show on the same day. I didn't really intend to do that. But it helped. I feel bad about missing Pace's party though, but he will get over it. Since I did remember his birthday.
It feels weird that whatever time it is I am sitting up online again.
I was going to play on the online dating sites..but..
I don't know a lot of things have been confusing lately. And I hate not being able to sleep because I am reevaluating myself like I do a lot of times. It is just frustrating.
And sometimes i feel I have no one to talk to about these things.
Me and nate becoming closer friends is helping, but it also isn't. I can talk to him about some things, but can't about others.
The same with my counselor.
I feel sometimes that I have these seperate identites one is the one I see, the one I can't stand, and one is the person that I project to everyone else, and the identites are so vastly seperated from each other. I wonder sometimes if anyone will ever know the real me.
If I will ever find someone who gives me butterflies, who can help me accept who I am, and not pressure me to be something I am not.
I am going to try to snag a couple hours of sleep before I have to go to work.
frustrated
confused
gloomy
amused