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Be cautious while walking alone in the darkness.
Am I walking alone? Betrayed by two people who were supposed to be friends. Not bad, however- I knew from the get-go that they weren't. It just gets me pissed off that they put on that fake, plastic facade that they are my friends and make believe everything is ok. I would like to forewarn, that from here on in, this entry will have a good amount of coarse language.
I just got done having a conversation with a couple of friends about the most recent events that have occurred in our lives, and what better topic than Diana's accident. It seemed like some of the people didn't know exactly what happened, so I told them, and to my dismay, found out some very disturbing news. Apparently, I am being blamed for her breaking her wrist. As it was said to me, "They made it out to be like you physically went up to her and broke her wrist." For the record, children, I did NOT break Diana's wrist- she tripped over my feet while we were playing gatorball. Getting back on track, well, its not like they haven't talked behind my back before anyway, but what's better is that it's not even Diana who's saying all this! I was cool with them not talking to me after we broke up(which was retarded to keep it mild), but this really got my goat. Just a word of advice: Don't go to EB and tell him how every girl in drama doesn't like my girlfriend in hopes that he would relay the information back to me (which, of course, you knew he would)- tell me to my face, you fucking prick. Don't you ever let me hear you talking to someone about how you dislike my girlfriend again. You're lucky I didn't slap the shit out of you right then and there, 'cause I'm beyond the point of caring what the code says. It's kinda weird saying all this now, because she's gonna be reading this all later on, but it must be said. I really like Sam Fox, I really do, and no one is going to keep me from her. I don't want our relationship to be like what they're most likely making it out to be- a short relationship that means nothing and only happened to be out of lust. I want to hold Sam in my arms without feeling eyes boring into the back of my head. I want to kiss Sam without having people start saying how much they dislike either one of us. I want our relationship to last for a while, mostly because of how much I care for her, but also minutely because I want to stick it up the asses of all those sonsabitches that said it wouldn't happen. She makes me so happy- why can't you be happy for me because of that? I went as far as to ask a gal that one day, and what was the response? "I'd love to, but I just can't." That one I had really thought was a true friend and liked me as a friend, but what can I do now? The world grows darker. Time to grab a flashlight, 'cause I'll be damned if anyone's gonna get me down and stop me from obtaining what I want. I have high aspirations for Sam and I. She may, she may not, may not even care about that right now, and heck, it could end tomorrow for all I know ( which I HIGHLY doubt, but you get the picture), but I still have my aspirations. They may not, but I do, I have my hopes, and no one is going to break them. Since when do I listen to THEM, anyway? Until next time...
-Your Knight
Am I walking alone? Betrayed by two people who were supposed to be friends. Not bad, however- I knew from the get-go that they weren't. It just gets me pissed off that they put on that fake, plastic facade that they are my friends and make believe everything is ok. I would like to forewarn, that from here on in, this entry will have a good amount of coarse language.
I just got done having a conversation with a couple of friends about the most recent events that have occurred in our lives, and what better topic than Diana's accident. It seemed like some of the people didn't know exactly what happened, so I told them, and to my dismay, found out some very disturbing news. Apparently, I am being blamed for her breaking her wrist. As it was said to me, "They made it out to be like you physically went up to her and broke her wrist." For the record, children, I did NOT break Diana's wrist- she tripped over my feet while we were playing gatorball. Getting back on track, well, its not like they haven't talked behind my back before anyway, but what's better is that it's not even Diana who's saying all this! I was cool with them not talking to me after we broke up(which was retarded to keep it mild), but this really got my goat. Just a word of advice: Don't go to EB and tell him how every girl in drama doesn't like my girlfriend in hopes that he would relay the information back to me (which, of course, you knew he would)- tell me to my face, you fucking prick. Don't you ever let me hear you talking to someone about how you dislike my girlfriend again. You're lucky I didn't slap the shit out of you right then and there, 'cause I'm beyond the point of caring what the code says. It's kinda weird saying all this now, because she's gonna be reading this all later on, but it must be said. I really like Sam Fox, I really do, and no one is going to keep me from her. I don't want our relationship to be like what they're most likely making it out to be- a short relationship that means nothing and only happened to be out of lust. I want to hold Sam in my arms without feeling eyes boring into the back of my head. I want to kiss Sam without having people start saying how much they dislike either one of us. I want our relationship to last for a while, mostly because of how much I care for her, but also minutely because I want to stick it up the asses of all those sonsabitches that said it wouldn't happen. She makes me so happy- why can't you be happy for me because of that? I went as far as to ask a gal that one day, and what was the response? "I'd love to, but I just can't." That one I had really thought was a true friend and liked me as a friend, but what can I do now? The world grows darker. Time to grab a flashlight, 'cause I'll be damned if anyone's gonna get me down and stop me from obtaining what I want. I have high aspirations for Sam and I. She may, she may not, may not even care about that right now, and heck, it could end tomorrow for all I know ( which I HIGHLY doubt, but you get the picture), but I still have my aspirations. They may not, but I do, I have my hopes, and no one is going to break them. Since when do I listen to THEM, anyway? Until next time...
-Your Knight