Well, I had a very good weekend. I'm not sure what happened Friday, but Friday night I went to Freehold Mall with Mac. Saw lots and lots of friends I haven't seen in forever. Also, saw two boys I really didn't want to see. Saturday, I went over Alanna's for a little, ate her pizza & cake. Watch a really cute movie, but I didn't get to see the ending because I had to get ready for Christina's Sweet 16. Wore a little green dress. Went with Mac and Tom. It was such a good time, breakin' it down n shit w/ muh girlz. Sunday, Prince Of Peace. So pointless, bad mood the whole time. Everyone got on my nerves, and No Hollywood Ending didn't even play a full set. I also got punched in the face & I dropped my lucky chapstick, it was extremely heartbreaking.
Today, school. Kinda happy, 3 day week? Well. My stomach hurt a lot and I was lyk shit nigguh. So first period I just sat there and basically died. Second period I felt fine, but after lunch it hurt so bad like I was going to pass out. So I went to the nurse, and they called my parents and stuff. And I went home with my brother because he has early release. Went to bed, woke up. Ate some soup. Yeah.
Honestly, I've been thinking a lot lately. And I really miss this boy I used to talk to, we were really really close, and we had the worst falling out ever. I seriously miss him more than I've ever missed anyone, ever. I see him in school, and seriously I feel like everything just like stops. And every conversation I'm in the middle of, I just blank out. I swear my friends probably think I have like down-syndrome or something because half the time they're talking, I'm having approxiately about a million thoughts running through my mind. I hope we become friends again, and that would be perfectly fine with me. I didn't mean for my "feelings" to get in the way of our friendship and I should've considered that and weighed it against my actions.
I need him in my life.
It felt a lot balanced than it does now.He's so fucking oblivious to the fact that a person actually cares about him. Even if he did read this, he wouldn't even think it was about him. He'd probably think, well.. I don't know. He probably doesn't even think about me anymore. And it's so ironic how many times I ran into him today, a lot more than usually. I meant to say hi, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
Ive scribbled my thoughts outside the lines of my infidelities,
TODAY I LAY IT ALL DOWN BEFORE YOU.
Breakdowns are my specialties,
Yeah.
Breakdowns are my specialties,
Drop it Like its Hot.