oh my god i gave my best for three whole years for it to end like this
i haven't been on livejournal in...hmm, forever? that about sums it up. basically; i transferred schools. i don't go to pinkerton anymore, i go to phillips andover...and i'm a boarding student. so like, no livejournal there, sorry. and no aim, either...just study study study, get my act together and barely ever see my old friends. don't get me wrong i made new friends but i miss pinky. haha, lame. my dad's lame.
and like, as of now i don't know about me and bryant. it's like i thought our little fairy tale would last forever and it's just not looking like that to me anymore. i'm seventeen years old and i can't be obsessed with one boy for the rest of my life. not like i'm this uncontrollable hormonal teenager but, all i know is bryant and maybe he was right that we should meet other people. we're young and we're confused with life in general, i don't know anything anymore. except that i owe bryant my life, and all of my love which he already has. he's always mine and i'm always his, who knows what will happen in the future? i sure as fuck don't but i'll be waiting.
and i hate what i've become:
SO LET'S CAUSE A SCENE; CLAP OUR HANDS OR STOMP OUR FEET, OR SOMETHING.
and like, as of now i don't know about me and bryant. it's like i thought our little fairy tale would last forever and it's just not looking like that to me anymore. i'm seventeen years old and i can't be obsessed with one boy for the rest of my life. not like i'm this uncontrollable hormonal teenager but, all i know is bryant and maybe he was right that we should meet other people. we're young and we're confused with life in general, i don't know anything anymore. except that i owe bryant my life, and all of my love which he already has. he's always mine and i'm always his, who knows what will happen in the future? i sure as fuck don't but i'll be waiting.
and i hate what i've become:
SO LET'S CAUSE A SCENE; CLAP OUR HANDS OR STOMP OUR FEET, OR SOMETHING.