sweet little world
I am out of it. Out. of. it. This is nothing unusual for me lately. I have no real desire to do anything. I enjoy sitting and doing nothing, and being completely spacey and oblivious to most everything.
Marie left me a comment on my myspace talking about how Stacie is going over to her house to talk because she wants to work things out between them. I am just sitting over here, and I feel rather smug at the moment. They have talked so much shit about each other, and have sworn up and down never to talk to one another again. And now they'll start working things out. Things will be okay for a little while, but then they'll fight and it will all blow up again.
Then I will hear this all over again. And then it will happen again…and again….and again. And I will point and laugh at this all over again, while making the same sympathetic comments to both of them that I have already made twice now in the mere 6-month-span that Marie's been living in Alabama. Just….whatever. I'll get dragged into this again. And again, I just won't care. I care about them both. I do. I don't care to be dragged into their shit repeatedly.
I like my own little world. It's nice. I don't have to worry about anything other than myself.
