weekends..

The weekend is ending & although I do enjoy my time to relax & socialize with friends, I'm eager to go back to work. Weekends aren't usually that special to me. Most of the time I find myself at home while the rest of my family is out & about. I mean this isn't that bad since I get to focus on me & have downtime, but sometimes I feel kind of alone & separate from whatever world it is I'm living. I don't know. I usually make the effort to do things with friends & I'm starting to get tired of it. I wish the same was given to me in return. And once again, this is the reason why I don't like the weekends... it makes me think too much & overanalyze things.

either

i love being in love
i love butterflies
i love notes and e-mails
and phone messages
i love the smells, the sound,and the taste.

but at a different point in my life,
i also love in being sad and left up...
eating excessively,
listening to depressing indie rock,
and sleeping through the day.

i was either the GIRL who's in LOVE
or the GIRL who's been crushed by LOVE.