My mom is going to a murder mystery party and I’m quite jealous.

I can’t help but feel like everyone around me is terribly distant.

Goodnight, I guess.

So I’ve been watching Glee.
I’m quite ashamed, and I might have cried a little bit.
I might have a huge crush on Marley. Those earthy and gorgeous souls always get to me.

Oh Jesus. I’m creeping old choir videos of mine, and there’s one where I’m wearing sunglasses on stage, wearing a fabulous dress. And everyone else is in jeans a tshirt.
Wudda cool 13 year old.

Today, a customer said, “You know, I thought you were gay, but you’re actually really nice!”
😳
Wut?

Then I got ditched at a coffee shop. No big deal.

I have an issue with finishing projects, books, etc. And I am determined to find a direct reason.
With a book, I get to the last chapter, and feel like there can’t be much more information. (Mind you, I read mostly nonfiction)
I have multiple sewing projects that I have yet to finish. These are not comparable to books because with crafty things, there is a huge difference between finished and unfinished. It is either functional or not functional.
You would think the gratification of finishing something would be enough to get me to finish something. Apparently not. Hm.

So I’ve been reading a lot about bipolar disorder and manic depression.
I have believed I’m bipolar for a long time now, have had quite a few episodes, but could never afford medication or therapy. I’m okay though.
But I’m confused by one thing. People always seem to mention self-loathing. I’m not self-loathing at all. I like myself quite a lot most of the time, but I have all other symptoms.

My word for the day? Challenging.
I have been in so many conflicts today, partially caused by myself, and I feel like I can’t control it.

I need to learn to get along with people, but strangely enough, I feel like most people are worse off and constantly arguing.
Harrumph.

// Tips for life. //

Don’t watch Bones while you’re trying to eat.