So I'm listening to Indie music, and its not even me playing it like usual.

So I'm sitting here at Taylor's house. Yes, Taylor's house. He's at work with his roommate, they work the same job, same shift, which leaves me with Lindsay, the roommates girlfriend. She isn't really talking to me, just listening to music, surprisingly we have the same taste. Anyways back to the main dilemma. Taylor is a nice guy, attractive, and could potentially be all mine if I seriously wanted it. Is it bad that I can sit here, lay here even, and know that no matter how much I force it, I won't like Taylor. So basically I'm using him. Fantastic. I've joined the ranks with the rest of society. I've tried forcing Matt out of my mind, but he won't leave. Which leads me to this theory that maybe if you can't get someone off your mind, their meant to be there. No, that's far too cliche. Besides, I have this gorgeous blond haired, blue eyed boy who would call me back, doesn't do drugs or drink (he's edge, hahah), and is mildly respectful. Despite all this, I'm still hooked on the druggie. What does it take to forget someone? I mean honestly I never knew Matt, not at all. I use to see him in the hallways and can recall the day where he actually looked at me, I mean he LOOKED at me. I also recall running across the cafeteria to, supposedly get him for his friends. Then he moved back to Vegas, which I didn't know at all, and told him I thought he was "pretty intriguing," and he tells me I should have told him before he left. He comes back December, I had the best date since I had been with Kip. Then randomly over spring break I get this call, he's moving back, wants to see me. Great. Awesome. We hang out twice, both times something happens to his car. I start working, he never calls me back. The end. I'm not even one of those girls who continuously calls either. I call once and then I wait, mostly because I HATE talking on the phone. Uhhhhg. So I'm spending the night here, continuing to use Taylor, be bored out of my mind, and freak out tomorrow when I have to get home from Lufkin.

I am Jack's wasted life.