Dishes and Texting.

I Don't know why I do the things I do. Everything just happens.

And I've been thinking about that alot lately. They say everything happens for a reason, so there must be a reason for me being who I am. For me to be loud and crazy when I'm upset. Or when I see someone who needs to talk, even if I hate them...I'm nice. And I listen.

Well, the second one, I think I do that because I've been through hell and don't think anyone deserves to feel as low as I have. I just....I don't know.

I'm such a boring blogger.

I just did dishes.

And by doing dishes, I mean I danced around my kitchen for two hours blasting the radio

Two thirds of the time, I was either dancing or changing the station.

I've never had more fun cleaning in my entire life.

I think I'll do dishes more often.

I feel like ranting.

You know what I hate? Like, alot?

When someone sends you a text, and you reply

and they don't.

Why text me in the first place?

AGGHHH.

I could be wasting my time talking to someone who actually wants to talk to me.

And it's always the person that I really want to talk to, but I won't talk to them unless they talk to me first. So I get all happy and bubbly...

for them not to respond.

Party pooper.

But then again, I do that ALL THE TIME to the people I talk to so much. But it's not like I'm ignoring anybody. I read their text message, I think about my reply..I just don't type it out. I think I typed it out, but I don't.

They must hate me as much as I hate them

perfect hate-hate relationship.

Am I the only one who pretends to text in awkward situations?

I'll be walking down the street, and whenever I walk past someone, I pull my phone out a good ten steps before I pass them.

Maybe it's only awkward to me, that person probably doesn't even think about me. But I still pull out my phone and act like I'm in the middle of an epic conversation. Sometimes I even smile at my phone and text really fast...

But I love it when people do that when they pass me.

'Cause I know what they're doing and it makes me feel less alone and really smart.

I'm such a hypocrite.

.....Purple used to be my favorite color.