Queued up some stuff for tomorrow.

It’s killing me not to go through my dash the way I used to. I feel like I’m missing out on so much. 

I have a lot of shows I need to catch up on.

I need to sleep.

I need to read my books.

I don’t want to weigh myself tomorrow.

Every muscle in my body hurts more than usual.

I still can’t stop thinking about her. I love her smile, and I’m anticipating the next time I get to see it again(Monday).

I still feel lonely. 

I need to check my bank account.

I don’t want to check my bank account.

Taxes…for some reason they scare me. I don’t fucking know why.

I miss my friends. I think one of them is avoiding me. I have a feeling she knows, and now feels uncomfortable around me. There have been several occasions when I’ve tried to set up times for us to hang out, and she’s bailed on all those times. I had a feeling this was going to happen, and now I’m even more terrified to come out to my other friends.

I’m disliking him more everyday, and I couldn’t care less. At this point, I’m just pissed off about the whole situation. I shouldn’t have gone out with him. It’s like I used him. I used him just so I can say I finally went out on a date. As punishment, that first date was a disaster.

I’m going to sleep now.

Tomorrow will be my Friday.

Finally.