Mar 12, 2007 03:49
AHHHH...procrastination. AP Bio test and essay = due in about 10 hours and I only have two incoherent sentences. Figures. So I'm doing what I d best: writing stupid things in hopes of sounding pensive.
I was reading _____'s LJ and I realize I have no talent for writing whatsoever. I can BS but I can't write. Unfortunately, BS and writing are synonymous at BLS. But _____, _____ can write. Not like story writing but more of a philosophical rant of life? Whatever it is, I'm just sucked in and can't stop reading, knowing exactly how _____ feels. By saying that, I have a feeling that _____ would hate me; _____ wouldn't want me saying the usual "I know exactly how you feel" shit but I honestly do. It's too bad that we weren't really friends from the beginning; we lead such different lives.
One day, maybe. One day. As for now, I wish _____ the best. But after reading _____'s entries, I can't help but feel like a peeping tom...a peeping time into _____'s life. And I can't help but remember everything _____ writes when I see _____ walking in the hallway and wonder to myself, "What's going on now? Fuck, I hope nothing bad happens."
I want _____'s life.