Spark

Apparently Victoria’s Secret reads this, because I just got a VIP Angel card in the mail along with a $10 giftcard.  Fuckers are trying to suck me in again.  It’ll probably work, too.

God dammit.

I did a bit of venting about my life to some old friends, discussed my doubts, my worries.  I feel like I’m at a crossroads, there are two choices here.  I don’t even feel like the choice is mine to be made.  I feel like I’m drifting aimlessly, waiting, hoping that things turn out alright.  Hoping things aren’t falling apart behind my back.

Something will happen either way.

I’m on edge, nervous, anxious, restless.  Chewing up my tongue until it bleeds.  I’m terrified.

I think i should see someone.