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March 9, 2004. =/
Today I got my grades.
Today I cried.
My grades sucked.
I passed.
I'm glad.
I'm a perfectionist.
I'm a procrastinator.
My personality contradicts
itself.
Lately I've been doing
a lot of thinking.
Lately I've been a bad
friend.
Lately, I've been really
sick.
Sometimes, I look back and overanalyze things. Over/analyze.
Two words or one? Anyways, I really do. I wish I could be 16
again. 15 even. Nah, 16. Starting on that date. I wish I could
go back and fix things. But then again, maybe some things
can't be fixed. And that makes me sad.
I wish he could see what's right in front of him. He must though.
Everyone else does. He cares. I think. He acts. He's a good actor.
Or maybe he does. So many times, so many chances. I blew them
ALL. Except for now. Now time is running out. Now I want every
second to be locked away and remembered. Now I can't have what
I had then. Now I want more than what I had then.
Regret. Or not. Yes. I regret a lot of things. And I hate that word. I hate
regretting. I hate second guessing past decisions. But I really do regret
dating him for two years. Sorry to say it, and sorry he fell for me. I never
stopped falling for the only guy who has ever made me feel feelings.
March 9, 2004. That's a long time. Time means nothing. Time means everything.
I'm tired. I'm cold. I'm bored. I'm done.
Today I got my grades.
Today I cried.
My grades sucked.
I passed.
I'm glad.
I'm a perfectionist.
I'm a procrastinator.
My personality contradicts
itself.
Lately I've been doing
a lot of thinking.
Lately I've been a bad
friend.
Lately, I've been really
sick.
Sometimes, I look back and overanalyze things. Over/analyze.
Two words or one? Anyways, I really do. I wish I could be 16
again. 15 even. Nah, 16. Starting on that date. I wish I could
go back and fix things. But then again, maybe some things
can't be fixed. And that makes me sad.
I wish he could see what's right in front of him. He must though.
Everyone else does. He cares. I think. He acts. He's a good actor.
Or maybe he does. So many times, so many chances. I blew them
ALL. Except for now. Now time is running out. Now I want every
second to be locked away and remembered. Now I can't have what
I had then. Now I want more than what I had then.
Regret. Or not. Yes. I regret a lot of things. And I hate that word. I hate
regretting. I hate second guessing past decisions. But I really do regret
dating him for two years. Sorry to say it, and sorry he fell for me. I never
stopped falling for the only guy who has ever made me feel feelings.
March 9, 2004. That's a long time. Time means nothing. Time means everything.
I'm tired. I'm cold. I'm bored. I'm done.