"When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful..."

So...yeah. Work was fun. Woo hoo. Money = Happiness.

It's funny how things work out sometimes, and not necessarily in a good way. I'm sitting here, talking to someone who was a big part of my past. Someone who used to mean a lot to me, and now I see how they've degraded down to nothing compared to the glorious soul they used to be. I suppose I could fall under the same category, but it's so weird to see what they've become. It feels like looking in the mirror and seeing a horrible reflection. You cringe and turn away, but eventually you can't help but stare because it's you staring back at you. I think that I'm disturbed by everything that he is, when it's really everything that I've become.

Sad, ey? Eh, it happens.

I'm going to Muncie tomorrow??? I'm going to Lafayette tomorrow??? No idea.

I need money. I want to use someone to let out some of this bitterness I feel inside. I need to stop running away from everything.

I'm still superficial. It works during the day when I can lose myself in the heat of the daylight, but as soon as the sun goes down, I'm reminded of everything that I'm lacking. Damn.

Whatever, atleast now I have a job. Woo?