I just want somebody there who loves me
I am tired, sad, and lonely. Excellent combination, now isn't it?
Went and saw Living Christmas Tree tonight. Good job guys. My favorite song was the N'SYNC one. I still laugh when I think about Robbie S. dancing. haha. Adam makes an awesome Jesus. I teared up. Yep, he's added to the list of husbands.
I said my goodjobs and goodbye's, hugs and laughs. Made it to the car with my mom, and then the tears came. Couldn't hold it back any longer. I miss my friends. I miss being just a simple teenager.
When you're young, people tell you that being "well-rounded" and "actively involved" in this and that will make you a better person. What they didn't tell you is that you lose your friends in the process. I don't have friends anymore, I don't have time to "hang-out". I am serious when I say that I have not been to the mall to just go, not for work, in about 2 months or so. I still love these people with my whole heart, but I'm not "in with the in crowd" anymore. I hear about all the gossip and such weeks after it has happened. I am alone.
I am glad for kate and Jen, and for the roses the boys brought. I honestly could not be happier for them--my 3 closest friends have guys to like them, protect them, love them. But in that happiness there will always come sadness. Yes, I know what many of you will write when you leave a comment: "Just wait Robin. God has someone so special planned for you, he'll be so great! Just be patient..." And other such sentences along those lines. I have been patient 17 years. I'm just sick of having no one. I don't have time for a guy. I just realized that. How incredibly sad is that? I remember one of the lines from Save the Last Dance, where she wants derrik to be there to watch her audition, and she is crying/explaining to her dad, and she says, "I just want somebody there who loves me." Me too.
I don't want to spend tomorrow with a bunch of cheerleaders. I have to see them enough during school, I despise having my weekend also infested with "the attack of the whores." Ugh. I'll bring a book.
Okay--5 o'clock comes early tomorrow morning. I can guarentee that I will still have large bags under my eyes. Yes, that is my life, one pathticness after another. goodnight.
Went and saw Living Christmas Tree tonight. Good job guys. My favorite song was the N'SYNC one. I still laugh when I think about Robbie S. dancing. haha. Adam makes an awesome Jesus. I teared up. Yep, he's added to the list of husbands.
I said my goodjobs and goodbye's, hugs and laughs. Made it to the car with my mom, and then the tears came. Couldn't hold it back any longer. I miss my friends. I miss being just a simple teenager.
When you're young, people tell you that being "well-rounded" and "actively involved" in this and that will make you a better person. What they didn't tell you is that you lose your friends in the process. I don't have friends anymore, I don't have time to "hang-out". I am serious when I say that I have not been to the mall to just go, not for work, in about 2 months or so. I still love these people with my whole heart, but I'm not "in with the in crowd" anymore. I hear about all the gossip and such weeks after it has happened. I am alone.
I am glad for kate and Jen, and for the roses the boys brought. I honestly could not be happier for them--my 3 closest friends have guys to like them, protect them, love them. But in that happiness there will always come sadness. Yes, I know what many of you will write when you leave a comment: "Just wait Robin. God has someone so special planned for you, he'll be so great! Just be patient..." And other such sentences along those lines. I have been patient 17 years. I'm just sick of having no one. I don't have time for a guy. I just realized that. How incredibly sad is that? I remember one of the lines from Save the Last Dance, where she wants derrik to be there to watch her audition, and she is crying/explaining to her dad, and she says, "I just want somebody there who loves me." Me too.
I don't want to spend tomorrow with a bunch of cheerleaders. I have to see them enough during school, I despise having my weekend also infested with "the attack of the whores." Ugh. I'll bring a book.
Okay--5 o'clock comes early tomorrow morning. I can guarentee that I will still have large bags under my eyes. Yes, that is my life, one pathticness after another. goodnight.