Don't wanna hurt you, try not to mess with your feelings
Here’s the down low as of late.
Friend drama. Family drama. Massive sunburn.
I’m just… I’m not even going to get into it. Just all of you, every single one of the people who’s lives I’m wrapped up in. Just remember, that I fucking love you all. No matter what happens, we're going to get through it. Every single one of us. Everything happens for a reason, and whatever the reason is for all of this, we can be sure it's something worthwhile. Just keep telling yourself, “I can and I will experience worse pain than this.” It’s a weird little thing I picked up from my sister. I remember when we were little, every time she’d have a stomach ache, she’d say that to herself over and over. And she always used to tell me that it would make her pain go away. I’m not saying that your pain is going to magically disappear, but as of now, it couldn’t hurt right?
I’m not sure how to explain this situation. I can’t tell you everything due to the fact that half of it is really none of my business. Actually, practically none of it really involves me at all. I just happen to be a close bystander. It’s funny how things always seem to go down the drain as soon as they start looking up again. I thought everyone was happy, but I guess I was wrong. Torn between sides is the worst place to be.
As for the burn. Courtney, my mom and I decided to head out to Mameo beach last Saturday. We got fucking owned by the sun, and all three of us are incredibly burnt. Apparently that’s what I get for putting tons of tanning lotion on my horribly white self. Oh well. It’s turning into a nice tan already, so score. Also, smoking in the middle of a lake is really fun. Saturday was also Canada day, so the beach was packed. Matthew, Kostas and I tried to go watch the fireworks also. But we horribly failed. We got there about ten minutes before they started, and parked a million blocks away. We walked our asses off to try to get to anywhere that they could be seen, but by the time we did, they were over. Mad skills on our part.
Last night I went over to Andrew’s new place because he’s finally home. We hung out with his friends and lit a few field fires with some random fireworks. And we made a pretty massive fire, and got eaten alive by mosquitoes. It was nice. This evening I stole the car and drove over again, and I clearly owned Mr. Brown at boxing. Slut.
I need a cigarette, and lots of lotion.
Good eve friendlies.
Ps. Happy six months Matthew and Kostas. <3