I am pretty well hungover.
Yesterday was my birthday. I went out for the first time in two weeks. I had a blast, but I remember why I haven't been going out.
I am making some promises to myself and to others, and thought that maybe I should put them out in the open to hold myself accountable.
So - here goes nothing:
I promise that I am going to learn to love myself. I have serious self-confidence issues, and it takes over my life at times. I'm working on it. I really am.
I promise that you, Mason Hargett, will always be my number one. I promise this because I love you. I promise to try to quit being such an overemotional female who gets her feelings hurt all the damn time.
I promise to do something great with my life....eventially (maybe I should promise to learn how to spell). In keeping this promise I also promise to stop getting down and out just because I am still waiting tables. I work hard and am responsible. There is nothing bad about that.
I can't stop thinking about my boyfriend. I love him. I love his smell, and his smile, and his laugh, and those ugly shorts that he bought at Savers and wears all the time. I am just pretty much head over heels for this boy.
Wow.
I promise to try not to talk about my awesome boyfriend all the time.
I promise to return Bendy's Nintendo even though she has a WII now and probably doesn't care about a stupid Nintendo.
I promise to be more crafty.
Cross my heart, and hope to die.
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