critical letter to self part1
sweetie,
macci, dear, you think too much. you should enjoy more than you think. especially now that its summer. get off the laptop and do some partying. i know thats not how sigle life goes, really. i mean single life is just like the life you had before only a tad free-er. and "a tad free-er" isnt all that.
stop it with all the guys already. i mean, fine, they're fun and gaawwd they're fine. but really, you have to learn to enjoy yourself alone. not with friends, not with guys and not with this fucking blog, since this seems to be your vice nowadays. i mean, look at how much you write and how much youre resisting to write.
where's the old macci, sweetheart? the one who goes shopping at weekends, goes with sobs to a not so expensive and not so chi chi bar somewhere, the one who smiles at everyone and asks weird questions at parties? the one who actually reads books and understands them, the one who isnt as uptight as you? fine the old macci looks like a duckling or rat of some sort, but she had lotsa fun.
the only diffrence between them, deary, is that she WASN'T as uptight as you are now. tsk tsk. you fucking snob, you.
go do something about it. i dont know what exactly, but there's got to be something. live up a bit to the world's expectation of you. i mean, you're not really living it, living it. just havin a bit of fun. problem is, where to find it. fun is just like all the men in the world. you dont look for it, it looks for you.
yours truly,
your inner self who's pissed at you for being you. :*
posted by the irresistably conceited Jenni |
