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10/24/2005
Aaaaaa.......Rayovac's BACK!
Mood:
 silly
Now Playing: Let Me Go-Three Doors Down
Topic: new
wow....so, I am back. still living in this hell hole, still dating the same guy, still working for the same company, still living with the same people. seems nothing has changed, and yet alot has. I've fallen more in love with the guy then I thought I could. But I am also so afraid of trusting him with my heart. He';s lied and given no reason to trfust him, and yet there is so much to consider.
I love the people I work with, they're much cooler than anyone I've ever worked with before, maybe it's because they're more my age then my previous co-workers. I can act very crazy, silly, and weird around them, although I'm starting to to think I might be going to go a bit far. I wonder If they might really think I'm demented or something. I can get that way. So carried away in my craziness and fun, that sometimes I find it hard to stop. I think it's some kind of defense of sorts. If I act crazy and silly, it'll keep my mind and thoughts away from mty real life. it's like, i'm either crazy-silly-demented, or depressed-deep-in-thought-unhappy-and remembering everything bad that's going on right now.
I still live at -------- and it still sucks. about three, four weeks ago, we had two major events take place, that were scary as hell. First, a three year old neighbore from downstairs was running across the street and nine o'clock at night, in the dark, and got hit by a car. the driver never stopped, and the kid was hurt badly. he's alive, thank god. I had hoped that this might make his brothers and sisters grow up a bit, and scare them in to acting their age, but they're still as disruptive, hatefull, and mean-hearted as they've always been. The xsecond incident was I came home from work to find the cops and fire departments blocking the street in front of my apartments, and swarming the place, because someone had driven throug the parking lot shooting off guns yelling they were going to kill one of my downstairs neighbores. nice place I live in, isn't it?
I think I might start writing again. I've been just itching to get up and start another fic, It's been driving me crazy. When I read a good one, and then I hear my music on, I just have plots swimming in my head, and I can't wait to get started.
Crayoned in By rayovaccrayon
at 00:08 MDT
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