Beneath the stains of time, the feelings disappear
You are someone else.
I am still right here.
The girl makes a comeback.
Haven't really written in a while.
Feb 5th I have districts auditions. I want to just drop it because quite frankly I suck at the song. A>
I'm also running the talent show. Hm.
=/ They said they want me to run it because I was sort of a ball buster last year. Aka my normal uptight bitchy prick self.
I'm such a slut for authority.
Last week or the week before I was pissed because my younger brother was being a total twat and my mother was just siding with him because nobody is ever on my side, no matter who's mad at me for no reason, so I got sick of everybody yelling at me and walked out.
Considering it was like 3 degrees out and windy, I needed to think of somewhere to go.
I walked like a mile or a little more to Pete's house, and we hung out together for a couple hours, watched a movie on marijuana, cleaned his room, fed his cat cheetos. Normal stuff.
Ah, I love peter. He's such a good friend to have close by.
Am I really as much of a loser as I sound like to myself?
Ugh, I make myself sick.
Albert and I are really clutch lately, and I love the kid to death, but I really want a boyfriend. And I want him to have long hair. Maybe blonde hair. Blue eyes. Tall but not wicked. One who can write. And likes art. but doesnt try to tell me how I should fucking live or act or look. I donno, I just have an image of him being that way.
Really, I'm not a lesbian, I just can't get a boyfriend who lives within 2 hours of my house.
Well I could, I mean, there are people who would date me, but for all the wrong reasons. They all think I'm somebody I'm not. It's dumb. Wicked ridiculous. =/
Wicked wicked ridiculous.
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