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Apr 02, 2007 00:44

I love that my friends are always there for me.
Even when they just want to go out and party and I can't stop crying they are there. They slap a big star on my face and lead me along.

All I needed was a little infamous Culinary Cottage Jungle Juice and handfuls of friends dancing around me... all I needed was to laugh as we ran away from security and to drink a beer on the roof with Ben.

It'll all work out... I won't think about this boy... or that one... or Joe. Oh the rantings on a lonely teen. This shit doesn't matter in the scope of things.

It hurts what she is doing. I've become numb but it stares me in the face. It doesn't like her. It is bullshit what she is doing... him too.

Whatever

Goodnight
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