But I was sadly mistaken.
Wow. Weekend's over.
Long weekend. Once again.
Did some thinking this weekend. It was cool I think.
Well it's over. He knows. I know. We're both in agreement. I'm not sure what to do with myself anymore. I don't even know how to think about it or put my finger on it. I'm okay with it so far. I know I've told myself that time and time again. But I might be in acceptance for now.
Platonic hooliganery, my friend. Cheers.
Friday I got in trouble for but it was still fantastical. Saw Borat. AHHAHAHAHA. Went on a quest with Nicholas. Got a fucking octopus-Pooh thing; Hellz yeah. But I got boba in my hair which wasn't quite so fun. Although shooting boba out of a moving car is. Lawlz. Good times.
Saturday we sucked cocks at the band comp. I'm not quite sure why we try anymore. Like seriously. I probably shouldn't say that I think that, but that's too bad. Awards were like 5 hours long... and 5 hours after we performed. Whatever. Like we were gonna do anything anyway. I'm really tired of band. I can't even act like it's interesting or productive or ANYTHING anymore. Except a huge waste of time. My mom made me cry like right before we went on the field. It was dumb; I was dumb. Whatever. I was still pissed cause I went on the field all angry/sad and messing up towards the end.
Sunday was college apps. Amd that was it. Really. Sat on my ass from 12 to 5 and worked on them. Sweet.
And clearly snuggles don't matter so I get those in as well. It's all good. Ahahah. So I guess it's an awkward, unannouced fwb. Neat.
I'm pretty cool with people not caring now. But secretly not really. It's odd. I don't care what people think but I'd like to know they think something, positive or negative. We're all seeking some sort of self-approval though other people. It's all that we know.
Oh yeah and btw, Tucker, I know you'll never read this, but: You, me, Elf Dance. FUCK YEAH. Ahahhaah
//FiN
Long weekend. Once again.
Did some thinking this weekend. It was cool I think.
Well it's over. He knows. I know. We're both in agreement. I'm not sure what to do with myself anymore. I don't even know how to think about it or put my finger on it. I'm okay with it so far. I know I've told myself that time and time again. But I might be in acceptance for now.
Platonic hooliganery, my friend. Cheers.
Friday I got in trouble for but it was still fantastical. Saw Borat. AHHAHAHAHA. Went on a quest with Nicholas. Got a fucking octopus-Pooh thing; Hellz yeah. But I got boba in my hair which wasn't quite so fun. Although shooting boba out of a moving car is. Lawlz. Good times.
Saturday we sucked cocks at the band comp. I'm not quite sure why we try anymore. Like seriously. I probably shouldn't say that I think that, but that's too bad. Awards were like 5 hours long... and 5 hours after we performed. Whatever. Like we were gonna do anything anyway. I'm really tired of band. I can't even act like it's interesting or productive or ANYTHING anymore. Except a huge waste of time. My mom made me cry like right before we went on the field. It was dumb; I was dumb. Whatever. I was still pissed cause I went on the field all angry/sad and messing up towards the end.
Sunday was college apps. Amd that was it. Really. Sat on my ass from 12 to 5 and worked on them. Sweet.
And clearly snuggles don't matter so I get those in as well. It's all good. Ahahah. So I guess it's an awkward, unannouced fwb. Neat.
I'm pretty cool with people not caring now. But secretly not really. It's odd. I don't care what people think but I'd like to know they think something, positive or negative. We're all seeking some sort of self-approval though other people. It's all that we know.
Oh yeah and btw, Tucker, I know you'll never read this, but: You, me, Elf Dance. FUCK YEAH. Ahahhaah
//FiN