i don't know what to do about Richard.
I know he doesn't like me, and I think he knows that I like him.



pretty much hungout with him and some peeps for the half of the day.
i wish I didn't have such low self esteem from shit like this.

I wish I could write well, annnnnnd compose songs.
i wish.

annd i wish i wasn't such a flail.

i wish michelle wasn't leaving tomorrow.
at 9:20am.

annd it's my cousin's wedding that day, so I'mgoing to have to be all dressed up, i think.


annnd thenon sunday it's mr. wilson's dinner/luncheon thing.
monday is my last shift at winners, but I'm contemplating whether i should call in sick/ no show it.
haha.