ruined

You know when you have something really important to you that you dont want to fuck it up?

How come it's those things that always get fucked up? That pair of shoes you were so careful with? Of course it rained when you wore them. That report you were so proud of? Of course you forget to spell check the coverpage. That person you wanted to stick around? Of course they have somewhere else they need to be.


Atleast you had a hours wearing the shoes before the downpour, the pride when you were printing the damn report and the time you got to spend with mr. awesome.


Sometimes it's just impossible to see around the hurt and the loss to the good stuff. Which sucks. 'Casue who wants to sit at their computer and write about the sad stuff? I would love to sit here and tell you about the shoes and the report and the guy... and all the wonderfulness about them.

At the moment I just cant remember any of the good.

For some reason this movie is stuck in my head:

Tracy: (To her father) How do I look?
Mr. Lord: Like a queen - like a goddess.
Tracy: And do you know how I feel?
Mr. Lord: How?
Tracy: Like a human. Like a human being.