more bs
i was about to start making gnocchi for dinner but decided to check facebook first. i have no idea why since i rarely post any more. what’s the point? i’m not really keeping in touch with people but i get to have the illusion that i know what’s going on in their lives. and all i had to say was that i’m wondering when i’ll find a man who will tell me the truth, not break his promises and not do the exact opposite of what he says he’s going to do. i’d be happy to have that guy as a friend. sadly, my standards seems to be unreasonable for most of the human race. SO GET ME SOME ALIENS ALREADY!!! *sigh* this too shall pass and i’ll have fewer and fewer friends until i have none and then i won’t have these upsets because i’ll be alone. why is it that, whenever i seem to be pulling out of this incerdibly dark & difficult time, some new load of bullshit gets dropped on me? don’t you think i’ve had enough? i mean, throw me a bone here. if i get more bullshit, i should get a little happiness, right? just to off-set it enough to keep me going… no, guess not. just more bullshit.