hey retard...THINK
James and I talked today. About things I hadn't expected us to talk about. It just kind of happened. One minute we're watching The Legend of Zorro, the next I'm crying my eyeballs out telling him things aren't the same and asking him why he's sad all the time. It took a long time to pull it out of him, but I finally got him to say that he's sad about school. I know there's more to it than that, but he's always had a bad time trying to get words out right.
Before he started dating me, James had good grades. Now there's almost no chance of him passing high school. He spends all his time with me, and he never wants to do anything else. Like his community service he has to have to graduate. He said he'd rather stay home with me. Sweet, but if he doesn't pass high school his life is going to be hell. His mom isn't like my parents...it wouldn't just be okay for him to get his GED.
He failed last quarter of World Lit. and he's got a bunch of missing assignments in video production, which has always been his favorite class. And it's all my fault. Before there was me, he went out and did stuff. He had friends. He had good grades. Now we sit upstairs and watch TV. Okay, that's drastic. We do other stuff. With each other.
That reminds me. I was thinking. Earlier I was complaining about never getting to see my friends. But I realized that a) I have no friends anymore and hanging out with them would be awkward, b) I forgot they're very different people than me, and c) I would just spend the entire time missing James. Waiting to get home and see James. Wondering what James was doing, thinking, etc. Because I'm always with him, I forget how much I miss him. I mean, I cry just when he goes to school. I'm glad I realized all this. There's a reason James and I spend all our time together -- we love to be together.
But he HAS TO PASS HIGH SCHOOL! That's for sure. I called the hospital, the library, and the animal shelter. The hospital, I just got the machine. The other two said to go get Volunteer forms, so that's what I'm going to make James do. And me! I'm going to volunteer with him and hopefully that will make it a little more bearable for him. Besides, I'd miss him. Heh. And then he has to make 2 15-second openings, a music video, and a feature for VP. And write like 4-5 essays for World Lit. Jesus Christ, poor Jamesy :'( All I have to do at school is fractions. No wonder he looks sad all the time...I would too.
Wow, does that ever happen to anyone but me? Revelations while writing. I'm sure. Dur duh dur. I wish James was here for me to tell him that I understand. He's not sad, he's stressed. * There, I sent him a text message. Maybe he'll feel a little better. I hope.
Well, if we're going to the animal shelter after school I need to take a bath. I don't want to be confused for one of the dogs.
Before he started dating me, James had good grades. Now there's almost no chance of him passing high school. He spends all his time with me, and he never wants to do anything else. Like his community service he has to have to graduate. He said he'd rather stay home with me. Sweet, but if he doesn't pass high school his life is going to be hell. His mom isn't like my parents...it wouldn't just be okay for him to get his GED.
He failed last quarter of World Lit. and he's got a bunch of missing assignments in video production, which has always been his favorite class. And it's all my fault. Before there was me, he went out and did stuff. He had friends. He had good grades. Now we sit upstairs and watch TV. Okay, that's drastic. We do other stuff. With each other.
That reminds me. I was thinking. Earlier I was complaining about never getting to see my friends. But I realized that a) I have no friends anymore and hanging out with them would be awkward, b) I forgot they're very different people than me, and c) I would just spend the entire time missing James. Waiting to get home and see James. Wondering what James was doing, thinking, etc. Because I'm always with him, I forget how much I miss him. I mean, I cry just when he goes to school. I'm glad I realized all this. There's a reason James and I spend all our time together -- we love to be together.
But he HAS TO PASS HIGH SCHOOL! That's for sure. I called the hospital, the library, and the animal shelter. The hospital, I just got the machine. The other two said to go get Volunteer forms, so that's what I'm going to make James do. And me! I'm going to volunteer with him and hopefully that will make it a little more bearable for him. Besides, I'd miss him. Heh. And then he has to make 2 15-second openings, a music video, and a feature for VP. And write like 4-5 essays for World Lit. Jesus Christ, poor Jamesy :'( All I have to do at school is fractions. No wonder he looks sad all the time...I would too.
Wow, does that ever happen to anyone but me? Revelations while writing. I'm sure. Dur duh dur. I wish James was here for me to tell him that I understand. He's not sad, he's stressed. * There, I sent him a text message. Maybe he'll feel a little better. I hope.
Well, if we're going to the animal shelter after school I need to take a bath. I don't want to be confused for one of the dogs.