Another night full of Olympics and all I want to do is drink. I'm not talking orange juice. Though that is neither here nor there.
This whole week has been both a drain on my patience and a drain on my body. With deciding to stay up everyday to watch the Olympics, every little thing has been in contingency to get on my nerves. I decided that I am not satisfied with some peoples definition of me in their lives. I guess I'm just frustrated. I can't seem to find any solutions.
There is something that I really want to happen. I'm too afraid put too much faith in it's occurrence. I can already tell that if it falls through I am going to be devastated. I hate it when I want things this badly. Is it ridiculous that I'm afraid of being excited about things because I'm afraid of major disappointments? While I know that nothing can be accomplished if I'm ruled by fear, it doesn't quell the feeling that under-promising in order to over-perform feels safe and comfortable.
On an aside, at least I was able to enjoy a 20-piece chicken nuggets for $5 at McDonald's before the Olympics ended.
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