I'm lying in the bed watching an infommercial... I really don't want to watch it, but I'm too lazy to get up and change the channel. My head is spinning and I don't know whether I should thank God for the grace and mercy I get everyday, or, if I should cry in complaint because I'm so confused.
I'm confused, but I'm not quite sure what I'm confused about... maybe that's half of the confusion.
I wish the man of my dreams was lying here next to me, holding me and letting me vent about absolutely nothing.
I wish my best friend was sitting in my bed indian style so we could talk about Beyonce or Victoria Beckham's ELLE cover.
I wish my dad understood the life I'm living so I could talk to him about what I'm going through so he can just relate... and hug me.
To that guy that I hurt:
I'm really sorry that I didn't consider your feelings when I did what I did... I know I can't control your feelings, but I'm sorry that I disregarded how you feel/felt about me. Now you see me as a whore, but I really don't get down like that. I think you kniw that, but you're trying to send me on a vacation on the Guilt Xpress. I'm sorry...
Hmmmmmmmm..... I guess that's it... Tomorrow will be better... yeah, tomorrow...