hmph
if only he could understand how i felt. seems that no matter how i explain it, it dosnt make sense, i wanna be cool with him, i love him, but as the days go on things seem bleak. it kills...... ive decided that im going to write in here when i get upset. itll be the only diary i keep. no one will ever see it, or at least anyone who matters. oh the memories that fill this up are crazy and make me wonder about myself sometimes, like what the hell was i thinking and i know one day ill look at this one and chuckle to myself like i do with all of these, half of them dont even make sense....