The love and hate of nasty ass dairy
I can't decide, do i love him. I mean love is such a strong word. I've only told one other that i loved him. I did mean it but, i feel diffrent towards Gil. It isnt the same love, maybe it's at a higher level, or maybe its just a diffrent kind of love. Maybe i loved him as a friend, and i love Gil as more, of course it could always be the other way around. But it doesnt seem so. I mean, if i go a day with out him, i have to talk to him, call him on the phone. I cry to my mom cause we dont get to see eachother except for on weekends that i am here. And i am not aloud to see him during the week, it sucks. But thinking about him helps me through the day. Knowing that i will see him at lunch and art class, makes me feel like i could take anyone. tehehe, but i really couldnt, do you know how short i am? gee, i am soo short!!! I think all that apple juice stunted my growth as a child, and my lack of milk, i hate that shit. Milk sucks. No one should molest a cow just for some nasty ass milk, it is discusting anyway. So I will go now and take a shower, so that people will not run screaming from me as i walk down the hall.