All I ask for

is 5 fucking minutes to myself. I go to the library for some peace so I can post a blog. I can't get half a paragraph typed without the librarian looking over my shoulder or one of my friends coming in and bothering me. I love them, I do, but they don't know what's going on, but a simple 'I need some time ALONE' should be good enough if you ask me. I bet some of them are pissed at me now. I don't care, maybe it will finally get me some peace and quiet.

Trust me when I talk about myself

I know what I'm talking about.
I know that Amber is the only one to read this, but I wish people would trust me when I talk about myself. I'm not that girl (Wicked reference was not intend.) He doesn't like me like that, no body does. Michelle, sweetie I love you, but I'm the friend. He like the cheerleader. I'm a loser gamer chick. He doesn't like me.


That's all.

???

I'm not quite sure what I'll post here. Probably just the random ramblings that I won't say out loud. Maybe even my poetry and prose.