This lack of writing material is especially obvious now; now that I have a great forum to bring forth my points of view...
In this one year; my whole world has literally been turned around. I have gotten a job in a newspaper that I've loved for as long as I could remember and I've been given the responsibility of an entire page where I write about society events; celebrities and assorted funnies. Do I love it? Abso-Fucking-Lutely as Mr Big in Sex and the City would say.
So in conclusion, I have a pretty good job, a pretty great guy, obedient parents and my health but being me means never being quite content. Right now my biggest gripe is not having friends; real true friends, people you can call at 4 in the morning because you can't fall asleep, people who'll be there for you if you ever just don't wanna go home till late one night; if you just have to watch a movie today.
No I'm not being selfish, I'd be there for them too. I'm the kind of person who'd go to the ends of the earth for a friend and I'm not trying to show off about this. I wish I really wasn't like this; I wish I was like all the assorted people I've met who think meeting up once a month for coffee is the ultimate friendly gesture.
And it's not like these awesome, mind-numbing friendships don't exist, they just don't happen to me. And I'm pretty convinced it's my fault, just wish I knew what to do...
