maybe i am just angry with her...angry at things i wont admit to myself, in here, or to anyone else...
maybe sometimes i let my silly thoughts run away with me...
maybe i am bipolar...
but it still doesn't stop me from wanting more...
i'm too old, and have lived to much to be happy just sitting around a house doing nothing..
i may be easily pleased, but i also have the attention span of a gnat..
i will make it to the zoo, the state library and the museum before uni goes back...even if i have to go by myself...coz from now on, i'm over waiting around to do things with other people, when 8 times out of 10 i don't get to do these things anyway...