Erica and I got into the biggest fight yesterday over the stupidest thing. I guess I just have a problem with supressing my anger and letting it all come out at once. It confuses people because they just don't understand why I would freak out over something that pitiful...but it's just so much more. Anyway, she left; threatened to never come back. Since I was angry, I laughed in her face. The second I heard her car pull away, I collapsed on my bed and cried like an effing baby.
She didn't call all day... she didn't even text me. My head felt so hot and my heart was so heavy. I just laid in my parents' bed for five hours and watched Good burger. Finally, I got online and talked to her. I think I said some things I shouldn't have. Anyway, the conversation ended with tears. I drove over to her house and held her. I realized how much I was risking. I can't keep messing with these feelings. It's too risky. What we have is far too special.
Everything was ok. We went to Wendy's and laughed our asses off. Got the Kenny Chesney cd at Barnes and Noble; listened to it the entire drive home. I didn't realize I could feel so much love for someone just by being in their presence. She's such a great person...I don't deserve her warmth.
Today is my birthday and all I wanted to do was stay home from school and relax. I slept in, watched Good burger again, went tanning, cashed some checks and went shopping for myself. I try not to make my birthday a big deal...but sometimes I definitely work it, lol. I'm finally seventeen and all I can think about is how much I can't wait until eighteen. I got a new coach purse, sunglasses, thongs from my mom and money from my relatives. It's been good. I got Yves saint laurent glasses...the same kind Mary-kate and Ashley have.