beautiful people are here.
And I hope you're all here to see me do so.
I hate putting so much effort into making everyone around me happy, and having it backfire and end up feeling like shit. But you know what? I’m done. I need to do what’s best for me, I need to stop stretching myself so far for people who don’t put in the effort to do the same for me.
So you guys know my boyfriend’s name is Chris, right? Well, my mom’s name is also Chris, which has definitely caused some confusion while he’s here. And at some point, I saved his number in my dad’s phone under ‘Chris’, whereas my mom’s number is saved as ‘Moms cell phone’
But this morning, my dad got confused. And ended up texting my boyfriend saying “I just woke up, I love you” thinking it was my mom. Chris replied with, “What”, and my dad was like “I love you?” and many awkward texts back and forth later, my dad realized that it wasn’t my mom. And at some point Chris asked my dad if he was drunk. Hahah. My dad woke me up at 7 to make me text Chris and tell him that it was a mistake and he thought he was talking to my mom.
Oh my god such a beautiful way to wake up, hahah.
So tonight, Chris told me he doesn’t believe in aliens. And I don’t know why, but it absolutely shocked me to hear him say that.
I guess it’s just because in my mind, there’s no doubt that there are aliens. I believe 100% that there are aliens out there. So it’s just crazy to me that he doesn’t believe it.
By the way, I don’t know if I tell you guys frequently, but I’m absolutely terrified of aliens. Hahah. I don’t know what it is, but it just scares the hell out of me. I guess it’s just that….we don’t know what their intentions are. We don’t know if they want to cause us harm or not, and that’s what really bothers me.
But yeah, there have to be intelligent life on other planets and in other galaxies. We’d be pretty cocky to think otherwise.
Okay, I have a long story for you guys, haha.
The other day, Chris, Chance, Abbey and I went to walmart. As we were leaving, Chris tossed his cigarette out the back window, not really paying attention to it or who was around. And it turns out he hit the car next to us, and the owner of the car was standing right there. And the guy yelled “DUDE, YOU HIT MY CAR!” And Chris yelled sorry, and we pulled out. There’s a little road behind walmart that we usually take to avoid traffic, and we were taking it, and this guy fucking followed us, on our ass for MILES. There were so many times were I’m like thinking he’s going to ram the back of us. We switched lanes a bunch to make sure he was really following us, and he was. And so we’re all freaking out, and driving around pointlessly because we didn’t want to go straight home because we thought he’d come murder us. After a little while he gave up, and we were all so happy he was gone, hahah.
But it was so terrible.
I don’t want to associate with you if you are going to try and make me feel guilty for being happy. Thanks.
I hate having all this creativeness building up inside me, and wanting to draw all the time, but not having any artistic ability, and then feeling like crap about myself. Haha.
