Seems like the latest trend in news is just "bad"...
Saturday's off...apparently, Lacey's gotta work a double
shift, which pretty much screws this weekend up the
ass...but it's not her fault. She's gotta work the hours
they throw at her.
Time for some sad music...*plays some glay*...
She's so upset about the recent relationship crisis with
her brother and sister and their partners, that it seems
she's losing touch...upset being disappointed more than
pissed. Yet at the same time, she's excited about moving
out of the house she's currently in and moving into an
apartment. I wish there was something I could do... I try
and try, but I can't pull myself together and it always
seems like it's not good enough (in my opinion...i just
don't feel comfortable with my efforts). I love the woman,
dammit! Why can't I just prove myself!? There's something
wrong, but I can't put my finger on it. It's definitely not
her...and I hope it's not me. I haven't been in a
relationship for quite a long time now, maybe I'm just not
in the groove...too nervous. But I don't feel nervous...
I had a dream last night...more of a nightmare, but it
freaked the fuck out of me. My dream seemed almost perfect
at first...it was daytime, everything seemed
right...absolutely nothing wrong. I was kinda bored, so I
decided to give Lacey a call. But Mike answered the phone,
sounding somewhat troubled...when I asked what the fuck was
wrong with him, he explained that Lacey had
disappeared...just gone...nowhere to be found. From then
on, it just went downhill. She just vanished without a
trace, and for weeks I didn't hear from her (it's funny how
long dreams can seem), and I literally went insane. I woke
up to find myself screaming and looking out the window at
nothing. What does it mean? How the fuck should I
know...it's a fucking nightmare. I want to know what it
means as much as I want to keep thinking about it. It
scared the shit out of me...that's all there is to it.
And at that...I'll get back to my conversations...