seemingly so, but maybe it's just PMS.
(i think my bum is showing because i'm inbetween a 0 and a 2 at american eagle)
what's important to me clearly isn't important to you.
what i do when i'm not with you is nowhere near what you're doing when you're not with me.
and all of this really, really, really rubs me the wrong way.
i just wish you could remember the things that i tell you. because forgetting them really HURTS.
& i want more tattoos.
& just because it never ends there: out of 558 graduates, i'm probably number 547 to get called. i'm in the last row and my extremely huge and oversized robe is white. i started bawling when i discovered this. but for what it's worth, i'm at the tip of the "2". (For those of you that don't know, rows alternate between red and blue and the people in white spell out "2005" across the bleachers. Sure, it looks nice. But not when you're going to be on your period and you're wearing a white robe in a 3 hour ceremony and you have to get there 2 hours earlier.)