i can't sleep.
you know that sore feeling you get in your throat a couple of days before you develop a HUGE raging cold/sickness?
i have it.
i'm still having trouble sleeping. i keep thinking about Francisca being mad at me.
i'm thinking that a lot more of my friends read this than i realize.
and with what's happened with Francisca blowing up on me about what i've written, i'm feeling a lot more sketch about what i write.
which i shouldn't have to do.
she wrote in an e-mail to me,
am i coming across as two-faced? i mean, it's not like i don't talk shit where ever i go... i'll talk shit to your face just to get a rise out of ya. it's just the way i am.
Kwasi wanted to tell me something the other day, but the first things out of his mouth were,
he said that, then the same night Francisca got pissed; i'm starting to think that this whole "journal" (diary, whatever) thing is becoming a hinderance instead of a theraputic thing.
and i don't want to start another journal. and the whole thing about locking this with a password and shit makes me wonder why i should even have a journal (diary, whatever) that is online in the first place.
you know what though? if i didn't care so much about these people, then i wouldn't even write about them.
i wouldn't even think about them.
i wouldn't even worry about them.
but i do.
i don't want to come across as two-faced. i don't want to come across as someone who'll be nice to your face and then talk shit about you behind your back.
i hope all my "friends" know that.
we all know that i have no problem talking shit right in front of you.