The fabric is about to fray.
I'm winning on my bid for Jeremy's posters/pictures on Ebay.
End of exams is extremely soon. I got the better end of the deal, considering I have a study block and then Health tomorrow, so I get to sleep in. I was 2% points away from getting an A in Algebra 2/Trig, we don't have that.
Jesse McCartney = coming to Norfolk? Not sure yet. If so, I'm so there. Me and Jess. Front row center.
Don't keep telling me you're okay. Stop saying you're alright. Don't go telling me we're over, when you know we're not. Aren't you tired of running from all of your feelings? They're not going anywhere. And you're just as confident as I am, Zolton. You know why. And you also know that it's not enough.
No, it's not enough.
Whoever said that high school was gonna be "the best four years of your life!" should be shot. All it's gotten me is a trip to the psychologist after questioning who the hell I was, and who the hell I was turning out to be. It's gotten me stressed out more than ever about classes, getting A's, and fitting in. Along the way I've lost myself. Somewhere out there, I forgot how to be happy and what made me truly happy. I started substituting things to fill the enpty space, and I knew it was all wrong.
And it all started with you.
Somehow, though, I know things will eventually sort themselves out. Eventually. It may not be tomorrow, or next month, or even in the next couple of years. But I'll pull through. One way or another, I'll find what I'm looking for. Until then, I'll just sit here and try to figure it out. Waiting for you. You'll come back. I know you will.
What I would do at this moment in time without a friend couldn't even be said. I love you Jessica.
Oh baby. Is it tearing you apart? You're just crazy beautiful.
End of exams is extremely soon. I got the better end of the deal, considering I have a study block and then Health tomorrow, so I get to sleep in. I was 2% points away from getting an A in Algebra 2/Trig, we don't have that.
Jesse McCartney = coming to Norfolk? Not sure yet. If so, I'm so there. Me and Jess. Front row center.
Don't keep telling me you're okay. Stop saying you're alright. Don't go telling me we're over, when you know we're not. Aren't you tired of running from all of your feelings? They're not going anywhere. And you're just as confident as I am, Zolton. You know why. And you also know that it's not enough.
No, it's not enough.
Whoever said that high school was gonna be "the best four years of your life!" should be shot. All it's gotten me is a trip to the psychologist after questioning who the hell I was, and who the hell I was turning out to be. It's gotten me stressed out more than ever about classes, getting A's, and fitting in. Along the way I've lost myself. Somewhere out there, I forgot how to be happy and what made me truly happy. I started substituting things to fill the enpty space, and I knew it was all wrong.
And it all started with you.
Somehow, though, I know things will eventually sort themselves out. Eventually. It may not be tomorrow, or next month, or even in the next couple of years. But I'll pull through. One way or another, I'll find what I'm looking for. Until then, I'll just sit here and try to figure it out. Waiting for you. You'll come back. I know you will.
What I would do at this moment in time without a friend couldn't even be said. I love you Jessica.
Oh baby. Is it tearing you apart? You're just crazy beautiful.