so...
So....I feel like shit.
I recieved a flute on my doorstep today. I don't feel too excited to have it back for some reason. I mean, it is my flute, but I don't know. I still have to take down some pictures. I forgot the one in my locker. The "I love you" won't erase off my white board. Can't figure out whether to erase the cell phone number or not. Do I want to stay in contact? It'll be awkward. My dad hates him right now. I feel like an idiot. I'm angry, I'm tired. I don't have anyone to talk to besides Jodee. I can't talk to him anymore. He wouldn't want to talk about how sick to my stomach I feel. For some reason I don't feel heartbroken, I just feel sick. As if I ate too much candy. I wish I had more friends. Maybe I would if I would actually open up and be social with people. I kind of screwed myself over by "putting all my eggs into one basket." I can't look at like anything he gave me. I don't know what to do with it. Put it all in my closet until I forget? Keep it out and make myself look like I still want him? I can't throw it out. Can I still get my hair cut at his mom's shop? Can I even talk to his sister? His mom? Anyone? He left his smoothie maker. I don't want to call him but I should let him know. For some reason I have the movie High Fidelity stuck in my head. At least I did have some good times.
Too bad no ones going to read this. That's okay though. I never really let anyone know how I really feel anyways.
My head hurts and I wish is was from a hangover.
I recieved a flute on my doorstep today. I don't feel too excited to have it back for some reason. I mean, it is my flute, but I don't know. I still have to take down some pictures. I forgot the one in my locker. The "I love you" won't erase off my white board. Can't figure out whether to erase the cell phone number or not. Do I want to stay in contact? It'll be awkward. My dad hates him right now. I feel like an idiot. I'm angry, I'm tired. I don't have anyone to talk to besides Jodee. I can't talk to him anymore. He wouldn't want to talk about how sick to my stomach I feel. For some reason I don't feel heartbroken, I just feel sick. As if I ate too much candy. I wish I had more friends. Maybe I would if I would actually open up and be social with people. I kind of screwed myself over by "putting all my eggs into one basket." I can't look at like anything he gave me. I don't know what to do with it. Put it all in my closet until I forget? Keep it out and make myself look like I still want him? I can't throw it out. Can I still get my hair cut at his mom's shop? Can I even talk to his sister? His mom? Anyone? He left his smoothie maker. I don't want to call him but I should let him know. For some reason I have the movie High Fidelity stuck in my head. At least I did have some good times.
Too bad no ones going to read this. That's okay though. I never really let anyone know how I really feel anyways.
My head hurts and I wish is was from a hangover.