name's sam. the rest is fucking history.

wednesday night.

i think i’m over thinking things a tad much. sure, i’m upset. sure, it’s heart breaking to see all my really close friends in relationships, even my so called acquaintences are dating. my whole school is 70% couples, 20% friends with benefits, and 10% forever alone. pretty sure i fall under that 10%, since i haven’t had a relationship in forever and probably won’t have one for a really long ass time. and it just pisses me off. i want to feel love, give love. i want to hold hands, give kisses, receive kisses, kisses on the forehead, all that cute shit that comes in the bundles of relationships. but no! i get fucked over. always. so while all my friends are so fucking cute together, there’s me, who can’t go on the double dates and do all the fun, friend, dating things. so i have no friends or love life. i’m totally living it up.

wednesday night.

to kill a mockingbird vocabulary, far from done. laying in bed pondering todays events and how i could have changed them so they had a better outcome. quite frankly at the moment all i am concerned with is national novel writing month, mostly because my brain is a desert, i have hardly any creativity to compose a full novel. perhaps it’ll be an interesting gamble, so i’ll pursue nanowrimo anyway, despite circumstances. my large vocabulary is probably becoming irksome, but i’m way too thoughtful to dumb myself down right now. oh, and i love you<3