Someone posted an Alanis song recently, and I thought, "Damn, I haven't listened to her in a long time." So, here's my contribution to the Alanis tribute. I freakin love this song.
Do I stress you out
My sweater is on backwards and inside out
And you say how appropriate
I don't want to dissect everything today
I don't mean to pick you apart you see
But I can't help it
There I go jumping before the gunshot has gone off
when you realize a(nother) reason why someone who's presence has been guilt tripping you for the past three and a half years was doing some of the same things that you were doing
Once you know how amazing it feels to be yourself, anything less is simply unacceptable.
... is my new middle name.
Am I just being too hard on myself?
No, I don't think I am.
i was so nervous that i was shaking as i stepped into the car and she even asked me if i was ok. all i know is that i was speeding the whole way home and couldn't get it out of my head that i shouldn't have been driving.
girls tease and i don't like it. at all. i hate playing games and in the past two days i've run into not one but two girls that like playing games.
i felt so right being there for two reasons:
1) i love dancing and
I'm always saying that people won't shame you if you aren't ashamed.
... is happening to me. I'm transforming into...
PANIC PANIC PANIC! This is me. A nervous wreck. Always. ESPECIALLY around girls. Girls girls girls.
What if I never get a girlfriend? That's scaring me, even though it's silly and more than slightly irrational. What if I'm forever stuck in this fucking desertland of sexual oppression and ambiguity?
L o s t . . .
I don't think I'll fully know until I've had a relationship with a girl.
And it seems like that will nnneeeevvvveeerrr happen at this rate!
blah. as petty as this may be, it's truly the source of much frustration.