moan

some days you cant win. and some days those days get to you more than others. i hate when those days get to me. my head says "wtf does it matter? its fine. no worries." but my heart is sure we are do for some angsty self pity of some kind.

i have also realized that i am sad i spend little time in coffee shops anymore. i love hanging out at the coffee shop after school/work and chatting or reading or planning. its like what we do at home, only in a public place. the theory here is that people i don't often see could choose to join us to chat. some people are easier to lose track of than others.

i miss riding around in the car with friends. radio, going somewhere. or no where. just hanging out. why do Tim and i have to plan EVERYTHING.