It’s too much. too many times. Too much of the same thing.
I stopped writing in a journal because I felt myself writing the same story over and over again.
Eve likes a boy. Eve dates a boy. Boy only wants to be friends.
End of story.
Repeat story ad nauseum.
So today, I woke up. I had a good cry. I took a long shower. And I got ready for the day.
I need to feel pretty today. I need to be needed as more than just a mentor, a good listener, a funny friend, or a way to meet other hotter women. I want to be more than a means to an end.
It’s refreshing to finally know where things are really at–but it still sucks to know that someone knows you so well–and they would still rather find someone else to be with.
Sometimes life just sucks.
The Daily Observations of Genesis Eve Garcia 
oh my… You need a hug and a friend and I have been hanging out in left field being a turd…. I forgot i had a delivery today and so I didn't call. I am so exhausted. Tomorrow I will call, pinky promise. I love you Eve!
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You're perfect. Please get some rest. A delivery!! How beautiful! And wonderful!
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No, not that kind of delivery. I work for Sally Foster Fundraiser company, kind of a part, seasonal job and our school did the fundraiser. I had to be there yesterday to oversee that everything went smoothly. But the other one, would be kind of nice, even if it wasn't my delivery! I love you!
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