people and people and people....
Alright, so... I kind of use this thing as an escape because anywhere else I write this stuff people will read it... Well, people I don't want to read it will read it. (uh....)
Kyle... silly, silly, little Canti. Why can't he just accept that Tom and I are together? Why can't he just get over it? Why does he have to be such a hypocritical bastard about it? I say hypocritical only because he and Pocket (jerika) do what he accuses Tom and I of doing... Except that Tom and I don't do it. We don't go and make out in a corner while the rest of our friends stand and watch, they do. We don't avoid contact with the rest of our friends just to be together and do nothing, they do.
Now, now, those things aren't particularly bad, but they make them seem that way.
Its the truth, Tom and I are in love. We want to spend time alone together. But we aren't antisocial about it. And we don't drag other people into it, like Canti does...
Tara.... Pooki, I think she's okay with me now. I still can't quite figure out what she was so mad about in the first place. I mean, I understand its a pretty sleezy thing to forget to call your friend when you swore you would, but that's no reason to shut up and not even look at me for a week. She's just barely starting to talk to me again... She gave me a hug last night, when we dropped her off, so I think we're alright....
But, I bet that if Kyle hadn't gotten a hold of her and filled her head with devilish ideas about Tom and I she wouldn't have been so reluctant to forgive me. GPS even says that that's all Canti talks about, us. Its like a hobby for him...
I'm able to usually ignore people like Canti, but not this time. This time is different, because for all I know Canti may end up being my brother in law somewhere down the line. I don't want a brother that hates me before I even get to know him. Also, he's making Tom's life a living hell.
Fuck face. Fuck head, bastard, asswipe, shit-dick. Those are the names Kyle has adopted for his beloved big brother. He won't let Tom hear the end of it, its like he can never stop the endless drivel spouting out of his mouth.
All I want is for us to be happy with eachother. We're friends, aren't we? All of us love eachother, we're all just so terrified to show it.... I want us to be able to smile at eachother and really be smiling, not worrying about making the smile-recipient content or pleasing them, or having to worry about what that smile will do to others... A smile should be a smile, JUST a smile.
The purest of things can be corrupted with the simplest of words, the most complex looks can be construed as the most simple and primal of emotions. Someday, one day, oh, God help the one day, we'll all be okay.
♥/Tenley
Kyle... silly, silly, little Canti. Why can't he just accept that Tom and I are together? Why can't he just get over it? Why does he have to be such a hypocritical bastard about it? I say hypocritical only because he and Pocket (jerika) do what he accuses Tom and I of doing... Except that Tom and I don't do it. We don't go and make out in a corner while the rest of our friends stand and watch, they do. We don't avoid contact with the rest of our friends just to be together and do nothing, they do.
Now, now, those things aren't particularly bad, but they make them seem that way.
Its the truth, Tom and I are in love. We want to spend time alone together. But we aren't antisocial about it. And we don't drag other people into it, like Canti does...
Tara.... Pooki, I think she's okay with me now. I still can't quite figure out what she was so mad about in the first place. I mean, I understand its a pretty sleezy thing to forget to call your friend when you swore you would, but that's no reason to shut up and not even look at me for a week. She's just barely starting to talk to me again... She gave me a hug last night, when we dropped her off, so I think we're alright....
But, I bet that if Kyle hadn't gotten a hold of her and filled her head with devilish ideas about Tom and I she wouldn't have been so reluctant to forgive me. GPS even says that that's all Canti talks about, us. Its like a hobby for him...
I'm able to usually ignore people like Canti, but not this time. This time is different, because for all I know Canti may end up being my brother in law somewhere down the line. I don't want a brother that hates me before I even get to know him. Also, he's making Tom's life a living hell.
Fuck face. Fuck head, bastard, asswipe, shit-dick. Those are the names Kyle has adopted for his beloved big brother. He won't let Tom hear the end of it, its like he can never stop the endless drivel spouting out of his mouth.
All I want is for us to be happy with eachother. We're friends, aren't we? All of us love eachother, we're all just so terrified to show it.... I want us to be able to smile at eachother and really be smiling, not worrying about making the smile-recipient content or pleasing them, or having to worry about what that smile will do to others... A smile should be a smile, JUST a smile.
The purest of things can be corrupted with the simplest of words, the most complex looks can be construed as the most simple and primal of emotions. Someday, one day, oh, God help the one day, we'll all be okay.
♥/Tenley