...mini's...
(In this paragraph, you would be Eric). ^_^
Every morning when we drive through that four way stop, my mind carry's me down the road, to the left, through the door and up the stairs to your room where I lift up the blanket and lay down next to you, under your arm. This is where my mind leaves me, resting, in bed with you.
I won't see Eric today, I'm sad. I will however talk to him on the phone at lunch, I shall call him.
I got up around one in the morning, one thirty and talked to Eric until about 4:30 ish or so. I then went back to bed. For the most part our conversation was cheery. There were spots, with certain subjects that weren't so. We seem to get into the more serious conversations at the odd hours of the morning. Hmm, that's because that's when my brain starts to work.
I really have to take care of all of these annoying pop up's on my computer. *Shakey fist*. It's funny, I never thought I'd see the day when my home computer became fast and my laptop was all lagged and shitty. I'm not happy considering my home computer is a gateway. You figure this out.
(Again the you is Eric in the following paragraph).
This morning we discussed some thing's I rather hope you'll forget when you wake up, however I know you won't. If there were a chance of that, my writing this would delete it any how... this is going to be hard for me, but I said I would talk to her about it and I will... I just have to stop choking on the idea of it... I'm afraid she'll say there is nothing I can do anymore.
I'm feeling sort of weird right now. On one hand I'm so incredibly happy because Eric loves me and I love him, and parts of our conversation were just wonderful. On the other hand there's that gnawing of responsibilty of a situation I have to take care of rather than ignore. It was so much easier to ignore.
I'm using photoshop a lot more, since there is nothing else to really do during school hours. You all love photoshop, you're all photoshop slaves.
Every morning when we drive through that four way stop, my mind carry's me down the road, to the left, through the door and up the stairs to your room where I lift up the blanket and lay down next to you, under your arm. This is where my mind leaves me, resting, in bed with you.
I won't see Eric today, I'm sad. I will however talk to him on the phone at lunch, I shall call him.
I got up around one in the morning, one thirty and talked to Eric until about 4:30 ish or so. I then went back to bed. For the most part our conversation was cheery. There were spots, with certain subjects that weren't so. We seem to get into the more serious conversations at the odd hours of the morning. Hmm, that's because that's when my brain starts to work.
I really have to take care of all of these annoying pop up's on my computer. *Shakey fist*. It's funny, I never thought I'd see the day when my home computer became fast and my laptop was all lagged and shitty. I'm not happy considering my home computer is a gateway. You figure this out.
(Again the you is Eric in the following paragraph).
This morning we discussed some thing's I rather hope you'll forget when you wake up, however I know you won't. If there were a chance of that, my writing this would delete it any how... this is going to be hard for me, but I said I would talk to her about it and I will... I just have to stop choking on the idea of it... I'm afraid she'll say there is nothing I can do anymore.
I'm feeling sort of weird right now. On one hand I'm so incredibly happy because Eric loves me and I love him, and parts of our conversation were just wonderful. On the other hand there's that gnawing of responsibilty of a situation I have to take care of rather than ignore. It was so much easier to ignore.
I'm using photoshop a lot more, since there is nothing else to really do during school hours. You all love photoshop, you're all photoshop slaves.