If I'm Holmes, then you're Watson.
Well, I feel really guilty for not watching a movie with my family. Instead I am talking to my boyfriend on msn. BLAH.
Haha, it's not bad. I just feel bad.
I really miss him. I was going to see him today, but then it didn't work out. OF COURSE. Because the world is out to get me.
SO, he took my journal. My real journal. He can read this one anyways, but he took my fucking journal. At first, I thought I just misplaced it, because when he was here on Tuesday, he tried to read it, and I put it back in my drawer, but then when I tried to read it later that day, it was gone. So, I thought, "If he fucking took that, I am going to be so pissed.", but I was smiling when I said that.
SO, just yesterday, I got back from the city, and we went into Dairy Queen to get fries. I knew he was working, and I wanted to see him. And he made me promise I wasn't going to be mad. Mad about what? I didn't find out until I went home, when I got two msn messages that said "I'm going to tell you right now that I'm sorry, and I don't know why I did it.", AND "Ho boy...you aren't going to like this.".
NOTHING. Nothing to explain what he did at all. I was so confused.
SO, he called me that night, and I was playing a game with my family (this awesome new game that we got in the city about LOST, and it's so confusing, but really fun.) and I asked him, "What did you do?".
He told me, "I stole you're journal.".
At first, I just laughed about it, until my mother found out and fucking freaked out at me. I HATE when parents make you feel horrible about something when it wasn't a big deal to begin with.
The only thing that really bothered me about it was that if he had read everything, I wouldn't have any privacy at all anymore. But, thankfully, he didn't read a thing. It was just supposed to be some bad joke. A really bad joke, if you ask me. I don't really care much, I just want my journal back. You know what they say, you never know what you have until it's gone. AND, I would really like to write in it.
SOOO, I am wondering, why do people like me have to stick their foot in their mouth so much? I feel like an idiot. No, I am an idiot. Why would I ever do something so stupid?
AGGHHH... I wish I could just forget it ever happened. Well, first of all, I have to figure out how to stop myself before I say something dumb. Well, that'll take a lot of work.
Haha, it's not bad. I just feel bad.
I really miss him. I was going to see him today, but then it didn't work out. OF COURSE. Because the world is out to get me.
SO, he took my journal. My real journal. He can read this one anyways, but he took my fucking journal. At first, I thought I just misplaced it, because when he was here on Tuesday, he tried to read it, and I put it back in my drawer, but then when I tried to read it later that day, it was gone. So, I thought, "If he fucking took that, I am going to be so pissed.", but I was smiling when I said that.
SO, just yesterday, I got back from the city, and we went into Dairy Queen to get fries. I knew he was working, and I wanted to see him. And he made me promise I wasn't going to be mad. Mad about what? I didn't find out until I went home, when I got two msn messages that said "I'm going to tell you right now that I'm sorry, and I don't know why I did it.", AND "Ho boy...you aren't going to like this.".
NOTHING. Nothing to explain what he did at all. I was so confused.
SO, he called me that night, and I was playing a game with my family (this awesome new game that we got in the city about LOST, and it's so confusing, but really fun.) and I asked him, "What did you do?".
He told me, "I stole you're journal.".
At first, I just laughed about it, until my mother found out and fucking freaked out at me. I HATE when parents make you feel horrible about something when it wasn't a big deal to begin with.
The only thing that really bothered me about it was that if he had read everything, I wouldn't have any privacy at all anymore. But, thankfully, he didn't read a thing. It was just supposed to be some bad joke. A really bad joke, if you ask me. I don't really care much, I just want my journal back. You know what they say, you never know what you have until it's gone. AND, I would really like to write in it.
SOOO, I am wondering, why do people like me have to stick their foot in their mouth so much? I feel like an idiot. No, I am an idiot. Why would I ever do something so stupid?
AGGHHH... I wish I could just forget it ever happened. Well, first of all, I have to figure out how to stop myself before I say something dumb. Well, that'll take a lot of work.