The End to My Oblivion
Today-was rather...well okay. Had a b-ball game. We won. I made another basket. So that's two already in the season. Which is good, in seeing some others havent been so lucky. I shall more than ever call it luck because I'm set on I suck...Emerald heavily disagrees with me. Oh-well. Went and saw my sister's boyfriend. Great fun right there guys. I'm really not sure if I'm going to the show tomorrow night. I dont think I'm in the mood. Though seeing Emery would pretty much rock. Hannah-I got that survey too. I'm putting it on the next entry. There were so many questions though. The "bad-grade-man" is sucking school from under my very stubborn feet. Progress Report (or rather no progress whatsoever) seems to say that I have A's, B's, and C's. Lovely. I even got a little note by my algebra I grade saying "Kelli continues to not either do or finish assignments." Again, lovely. Isn't this reason to celebrate enough. I suppose not...this house is deathly quiet. To all you lover's out there, this one's for you:...actually I got nothing...I just wanted to say that. Dang.
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I guess there really is no happy ending to a story that was thought to not have one. You say you feel apart again, but still you distance yourself MORE than ever. I find it hard to believe it's not what you wanted because you make no effort to change. But, then again, maybe I shouldn’t expect it if it means changing you. The clock ticks on and this situation gets even worse with time. It does NOT stop, it does NOT end. A cycle in the least. I wish the Bermuda Triangle would suck it in sometimes, for better or for worse. Do you like feeling this way over and over? In the words of Pancho-"Love's not a three way street." This only goes down. 3,000 burning questions I should ask. This play is over. The act is done and I've already cut the curtain. And to a story that seemed to have no end, I'm giving it one.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Eh, those were mindless blurbs about nothing what so ever. Just my excuse to be "doing something" in Ms. McDonald's class. A.K.A. Satan's Spanglish. Goodnight Love.
-Kelli =w=