I'm tired.

sup, 12:40 am.

I haven't done this in..over a year. and it's probably not a good time to just post something. being that I'm tired as all hell, and I don't really know what to talk about.
but here goess.

it's Sunday July 11, 2010, but my brain still thinks it's Saturday. Happy birthday, Kalie! :p
let's see..me and boy have broken up twice now. and this second time is different. it's been seven and a half weeks. and that's pretty much the biggest change since my last update.

after graduation, I lived in Simi Valley until this past Wednesday. I finally got a job after like, eight months of searching. I've reinstated a few friendships almost lost in the past year. I'm taking a dance class again, but all of these things that have happened really don't matter.

I'm going to have too much time to think. too much time to sleep. and I just hope I can find the motivation to really do something with myself this year. this year is more than half way over.

I'm not sure if I can really say I'm okay. I get by. sometimes pretty well, other times not so much. but I guess that's only when I'm alone. I feel bipolar most of the time. I can be all kinds of happy, and the next moment I could want to cry over something going on around me. something I can't control. even something I can.

Maybe I'll just start venting here more. that might help. getting my ridiculous thoughts out there. writing helps too, but this seems better for some reason. maybe it's just the thought of someone else being able to read through it. someone else just knowing, not even having to understand it. Hell, I don't even understand it.

this should probably be good night, though. I should probably save some subjects for later use, haha.

later, haters.