I thought I could match that cool, blase, whatever, I'm-totally-fine-with-everything attitude. I guess I can outwardly, but I'm realizing I can't inwardly, not yet. I hate that I can't. I feel stupid, and like something's wrong with me. I know there isn't, but I still feel like a nutjob. When someone tells me I'm overreacting, even if it was a month ago, I tend to believe it for a while. My skin isn't made of teflon, unlike others'. I wish it were sometimes.
I have a date with some tequila. I guess I'll keep it.
Posted by thevieve at June 1, 2006 8:20 PMY'know that feeling where your thinking parts are made of teflon but your feeling parts are all velcro and stickytak? Yeah.
Posted by: 'netteroonie on June 2, 2006 12:48 AMYeah, I do.
Posted by: Vieve on June 2, 2006 12:55 AM