Oh irony.
Here I am.
Thinking about LJ, because honestly it's a life saver.
Way better than MySpace.
I've been crying. I haven't cried since the day that I broke up with Clayton. I only cried then because he left hateful messages and called to say some mean words. I didn't cry over the actual break up though. Well today Michel sent me a text. He said he had hung out with Alex and Clayton yesterday. Just hearing that made me want to puke. I actually had the urge to throw-up all over my bed. I could see it, sitting half up spewing on my pillows that were very askew at the moment. Well it ended up in the end making me cry, because I was informed of what he had to say on the subject of our break up. What he had to say didn't seem extraordinarily nice to me. Ughh.
I don't know why I'm talking about this.
I feel like I need to defend myself. I'm not defending myself to him or to anyone else.
I'm sorry I'm such a fuck up and did it over the phone ok!
Stop acting like I'm such a bad guy.
Like I ruined a perfect thing.
Things weren't going well!
They weren't!
I don't care if Alex reads this.
I don't care if Clayton reads this with his own eyes.
I'm tired of caring about what he thinks of me.
You want the truth?
I almost drank.
I almost had sex.
I almost got high.
I never did anything though.
I did kiss a boy.
I've liked about twenty.
Had my heart broken already.
I've made new friends.
Connected with old.
Ok.
Ok.
That's it.
Say what you want.
Say whatever you want.
Think whatever you want.
I don't regret a thing.
Oh and maybe I don't have the whole story.
Whatever.
I don't care if I do.
This is how I feel about what I know.
Thinking about LJ, because honestly it's a life saver.
Way better than MySpace.
I've been crying. I haven't cried since the day that I broke up with Clayton. I only cried then because he left hateful messages and called to say some mean words. I didn't cry over the actual break up though. Well today Michel sent me a text. He said he had hung out with Alex and Clayton yesterday. Just hearing that made me want to puke. I actually had the urge to throw-up all over my bed. I could see it, sitting half up spewing on my pillows that were very askew at the moment. Well it ended up in the end making me cry, because I was informed of what he had to say on the subject of our break up. What he had to say didn't seem extraordinarily nice to me. Ughh.
I don't know why I'm talking about this.
I feel like I need to defend myself. I'm not defending myself to him or to anyone else.
I'm sorry I'm such a fuck up and did it over the phone ok!
Stop acting like I'm such a bad guy.
Like I ruined a perfect thing.
Things weren't going well!
They weren't!
I don't care if Alex reads this.
I don't care if Clayton reads this with his own eyes.
I'm tired of caring about what he thinks of me.
You want the truth?
I almost drank.
I almost had sex.
I almost got high.
I never did anything though.
I did kiss a boy.
I've liked about twenty.
Had my heart broken already.
I've made new friends.
Connected with old.
Ok.
Ok.
That's it.
Say what you want.
Say whatever you want.
Think whatever you want.
I don't regret a thing.
Oh and maybe I don't have the whole story.
Whatever.
I don't care if I do.
This is how I feel about what I know.