Jan 25, 2009 00:30
tonight, i saw a girl wrap her arms around my friend, strangely, say, "i remember you." She was with drunken hair, danced, her belly, not heavy but larger than me.
i thought how i wanted to be her until i heard her talking to another boy. She made a fool of herself, begging him to have her over for dinner tomorrow. she was so alone, she said. she'd just been in the emergency room. She still looked beautiful, to me, but i no longer wanted to be her. Later, i heard pretty girls gossip about her. i appreciated that i am a little bit average.
i had deja vu riding home in the car with cody, something about it. i am glad to be his friend.
i have more to say, but of things i thought about on different days.
would it be dishonest to talk about them now?