Hey
Sorry I haven't been writing (not that anyone cares all that much)... but I really have to get my grades up, man. This shit's not even funny anymore. Not at all. I need to be able to live without fear of my next report card being the trigger of another nine hundred year long punishment and not being able to chill with The Boyfriend or anything. God, how I long to hang out at night. At Mirage, or Downtime, or fuckin Club Exit. I don't even care where, man. I just want to go dancing without my mother or father or some sort of too-mature person breathing down my neck. I'm thinking maybe if I work on the grades my parents would be more trusting of me.
I've been a lot nicer to them, that's for sure. I don't talk back or anything. That won't get me anything though, will it? I'm definitely not talking about my parents when I say this, but just pointing out that in general: people take my kindness for weakness. So kindness isn't getting me anywhere any time soon, you know.
Another thing I've been thinking about lately is how to convince my mother of getting another cat. I have a gorgeous boxer dog named Vika and a beautiful snowfoot cat named Coca, but I want another cat. This one doesn't like to cuddle with me. My dog does. Oh, yes, she adores me, but I want lots of cuddly animals. Jesus, I sound like a ditz. Well... that's not the point. The point is that I somehow have to prove to my mother that I'm a lot more responsible than I used to be. I don't know what to fucking do. I miss The Boyfriend so much even though I spent like seven hours with him today... well, yesterday I guess, cuz it's 12-48 right now. I miss him already and I know he's going to Mirage tonight with a bunch of friends.
I trust him enough to know he won't do anything behind my back or anything like that... but that's not what I mean when I display signs of anxiety. It's the fact that I fucking want to BE THERE WITH HIM!!! I'VE NEVER EVEN DANCED WITH MY OWN "THE BOYFRIEND" OF ALMOST 9 MONTHS!!!!!!!!!
I'll figure it out soon, just you watch.
--Sex
I've been a lot nicer to them, that's for sure. I don't talk back or anything. That won't get me anything though, will it? I'm definitely not talking about my parents when I say this, but just pointing out that in general: people take my kindness for weakness. So kindness isn't getting me anywhere any time soon, you know.
Another thing I've been thinking about lately is how to convince my mother of getting another cat. I have a gorgeous boxer dog named Vika and a beautiful snowfoot cat named Coca, but I want another cat. This one doesn't like to cuddle with me. My dog does. Oh, yes, she adores me, but I want lots of cuddly animals. Jesus, I sound like a ditz. Well... that's not the point. The point is that I somehow have to prove to my mother that I'm a lot more responsible than I used to be. I don't know what to fucking do. I miss The Boyfriend so much even though I spent like seven hours with him today... well, yesterday I guess, cuz it's 12-48 right now. I miss him already and I know he's going to Mirage tonight with a bunch of friends.
I trust him enough to know he won't do anything behind my back or anything like that... but that's not what I mean when I display signs of anxiety. It's the fact that I fucking want to BE THERE WITH HIM!!! I'VE NEVER EVEN DANCED WITH MY OWN "THE BOYFRIEND" OF ALMOST 9 MONTHS!!!!!!!!!
I'll figure it out soon, just you watch.
--Sex