I blew a hole in my shoes yesterday, ok, well actually my shoes were going out for a long time, they really needed to be replaced, but it took till last night to replace them. So last night, I bought some new shoes, more or less just for an excuse to be anywhere but home.
It's not that I don't like my house, I love my house, but ever since my car broke down I feel so very trapped there. It's not good to be in one place all the time, and since the gf was out of town it felt like my only opertuinity to get out of the house.
She doesn't keep me there, or tell me I can't go or any controlling thing like that, it's my fault, I feel like if she's home I have this responcibility to be there or else I'm not treating her right. I'm screwed up.
So after my rambling, now I'm all paranoid about my shoes, ooo I got them wet, ooo I'm bending them when I walk, ah! oo!
My god, I'm getting more insane by the day.
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