i dont really have much to say.
and i really feel so utterly lame writing on my first commitment-free friday night of the summer. but.
theres still no motivation.
i feel ridiculous and uncool and, not that i was ever more cool than i am now (which isnt that cool), thats never been something ive truly struggled with before.
i used to be confident in my quirkiness, and ok when i spent a few nights just hanging out at home.
i used to make people laugh.
and i guess maybe i do and maybe its just that its 1:30 and i'm being melodramatic, but im not in full E-M-I-L-Y mode, and i feel like i havent been for a while.
this funk has lasted too long.
i keep on counting on my adventures to pull me through it, but maybe this one, this summer full of fun and craziness and his cabin full of boys having crushes on my cabin full of girls is the one i've been waiting for.
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