I haven’t written in a few weeks. It’s been a long time since I’ve done that. And it’s not for lack of anything to say. Or because I’ve been too busy. I’ve even written a lot of poetry and music that I just haven’t posted. I just haven’t felt like posting.
I’m so tired. And there’s just so many things. So here’s a random stream of thoughts that I have encountered over the last few weeks.
So what’s up with curvy girl fashion blogs? Like, I have no problem with them, but it seems that the word curvy suddenly means plus size or overweight or something. Hello, I’m 5’1, but I’m not a stick. If you asked most people, they might say I’m curvy, but I am definitely the right size for my weight and body type. And I’m offensive by being offended.
I always talk about how I push people away, but I was definitely called out on it the other day. One of the girls I work with apparently has been trying to get to know me, but I just don’t let that happen.
I only attract weird guys. There’s the kind of guy I want to be with, but I’m not noticeable to them.
I’m going to sell my car and buy my dream car soon. But yet, I might move out of the country. What happens to my car then?
I might go to the UK and Finland in August, depending on how much money I can save up. And I really hope I can save up enough money.
I really want to have some meaningful conversations, but there’s never really a place for that.
I’ve noticed that a lot of people here crave community. But then they never let you be a part of the community. There is no bonding, only bonding experiences. But maybe that’s true of everywhere I go.