nothingmatters's journals

Guess who is newly single?

 

So I found out today that an old acquaintance of mine died. I guess at one point in time I would have called him a friend. We never kicked it solo, but we did hang from time to time and many of my friends were good friends with him. The girl that was my first long term relationship went with him right after we broke up. I only hung with them once or twice after that at parties but it was really weird. They got married and have young kids. Being that it was my first long term relationship, she's always kind of been "the one that got away". Anyway, found out today that he died in a car wreck over the weekend, and it's got my head all over the place. Mainly because those were some crazy days - we're talking like 10 years ago when I was 19 and thinking about all these people just really pulls me back. Life is fucking strange.

There is so much shit that I want to get done in my personal life, but whenever I do happen to have a free moment away from work, school, or one of my other responsibilities all I want to do is dick off and relax. Of course I never feel relaxed because when I'm trying to relax I'm stressing about the shit that I want to be getting done.

Fuck it...

I wish I could put some pics on my profile and actually be a part of the community...

 

So I'm finally not sick anymore. God damn I have never been so sick for so long in my whole life. I'm still not at 100%, but I'm on my way. Not that anyone cares, but I got tired of seeing my last journal talking about me being sick.

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I've been sick for a fucking week now. It sucks ass. I have way to much shit to do to be sick!

Maybe I should have waited until the end of this semester at school to sign up for GodsGirls because I'm having a really hard time concentrating on my school work. It hasn't even been a week and I'm already addicted to this site.

 

So yeah - I'm new. I'm still trying to decide if I want to remain anonymous or post a profile pic. We'll see. For now I'm just enjoying the view.