Mine
2006 already.
I'm 17 years old now and I just saw my principito six days ago.
That Myspace page made me forget about this site for a damn while.
I was going back on old entries and realizing how much I wrote.
How much has changed.
Now I'm vague and poetic in a strange way that only him and I can understand (sometimes).
Today I got my book back (I'm still in Creative Writing) and I got an A+ on it. I'm proud of my work, but not so much when Ms. Clark read it out loud 3 days ago. My writing about you (it's been always about you) was so pleasant to hear. Every word enamored with everything you are and your imperfections.
We broke up during last summer. It was the most awful experience I've ever had since my mother and father split up. Resentment build up at a fast pace and the writing poured out of me literaly. Every damn poem that was written back then was full of mocking disappointment and tears of hiden, but yet discovered emotions. It's depressing me all over...
But that's not the case. As my last entry said, we've been one year together (not counting our couple months apart) and we had a wonderful time.
I've been having unpleasant dreams about us...
my subconscience has not blocked ALL of the negative scenarios that I've made up in my head ever since it all went down hill for the first time. I can't sleep right.
You're mine now, boy. That's all that matters.
I'm 17 years old now and I just saw my principito six days ago.
That Myspace page made me forget about this site for a damn while.
I was going back on old entries and realizing how much I wrote.
How much has changed.
Now I'm vague and poetic in a strange way that only him and I can understand (sometimes).
Today I got my book back (I'm still in Creative Writing) and I got an A+ on it. I'm proud of my work, but not so much when Ms. Clark read it out loud 3 days ago. My writing about you (it's been always about you) was so pleasant to hear. Every word enamored with everything you are and your imperfections.
We broke up during last summer. It was the most awful experience I've ever had since my mother and father split up. Resentment build up at a fast pace and the writing poured out of me literaly. Every damn poem that was written back then was full of mocking disappointment and tears of hiden, but yet discovered emotions. It's depressing me all over...
But that's not the case. As my last entry said, we've been one year together (not counting our couple months apart) and we had a wonderful time.
I've been having unpleasant dreams about us...
my subconscience has not blocked ALL of the negative scenarios that I've made up in my head ever since it all went down hill for the first time. I can't sleep right.
You're mine now, boy. That's all that matters.