work was terrible, to be honest.  i don't even wanna think about it.  i made $1300 on my register, all alone, all day, and it sucked.  horribly.

i worked with kim.

i had to see junior for the first three hours or so.

sheetz left at 7, lisa at six.

it was a bad night all around, and now, all i want is to come home to Her, fall into Her arms, be held, hold Her, be told that no matter how bad things are, they'll get better.

scratch that.  it doesn't have to be Her.  it could be anyone.  anyone at all.

i guess what i miss most about having someone else is just that - there's someone else out there who misses you just as much as you miss them; there's someone out there who's thinking about you.

more and more, i find myself wondering if people think about me when i'm not around.  i'd like to think so, but i don't know.

if your life were a movie, you'd have to be the central figure, right?  if right at this moment, i were being filmed, i would be the protagonist, the guy who rides into the sunset/gets the girl/wins the game/is cool.

so, why does i always feel like a supporting character?