The Irony of it All

I hate how whenever something good happens it has to be balanced by something bad. You can have one really great day, but at the end of the day it all has to come crashing down in a frustrating mess. I guess it doesn't have to happen that way, but it seems like that's how it ends up happening doesn't it?
I know what I want in some ways, and I don't know what I want in other ways. The funny thing is I know what I want to do this up coming week, but I know it's not going to happen. It would be so great, the best week ever, I swear. I wish there was a way. I wish I could be open. I wish I didn't have a web of confusion. Bleh.
I wonder how long I can lay in bed before someone calls and wants to do something or talk. As of late, I don't think very long. It's kind of funny in my mind, because a few weeks ago I could have spent days in bed without interruption except from my parents. I love how I have the opposite of what I want in the time that it happens. There are a select few people I want to be with, or, well, a select few people and then a group of people.
What on earth do I want and what on earth is going to happen in this next couple weeks and who the hell am I going to be when I enter school again and who the hell is going to be with me?
My plans keep getting interrupted by life.