Anal bitches
I wish my emotions wouldnt do flip flops. It hurts me.
I have to talk to him...or i'm going to go insane. The only problem is, Derek is a self conceded ass hole and doesnt even know why I'm so mad at him and stuff.
Gahd. Hes an anal bitch. But first, I need someone to talk to. I dont know what to do.
Nothings ever effected me this way.
Except when Eric broke it off with me.. but we're not getting into that right now.
I miss things the way they used to be.
Except Drew. I love being with him, and i'm glad were together.
But other wise, I wish everything could be the way it was before thanksgiving.
I WAS HAPPY LIKE WOAH.
And look at me now. I dont like the person I am anymore.
I'm unhappy, but in a different way. Its never been like this before, I've never been so unwilling to share my emotions with people.
Jeff tried to cheer me up at lunch, but I couldnt even find the words to describe what was wrong. I miss Derek, yes, but most people dont even know what went on.
At least, I think they dont.
But anyway, I wanted to talk to Jeff about everything. I wanted to spill.
I wouldnt let myself. I tried to pretend it wasnt a big deal and said I dont want to talk about it.
Why do I keep searching for someone to reach out and talk to, and trust, but when someone comes along, I cant do it?
I have to talk to him...or i'm going to go insane. The only problem is, Derek is a self conceded ass hole and doesnt even know why I'm so mad at him and stuff.
Gahd. Hes an anal bitch. But first, I need someone to talk to. I dont know what to do.
Nothings ever effected me this way.
Except when Eric broke it off with me.. but we're not getting into that right now.
I miss things the way they used to be.
Except Drew. I love being with him, and i'm glad were together.
But other wise, I wish everything could be the way it was before thanksgiving.
I WAS HAPPY LIKE WOAH.
And look at me now. I dont like the person I am anymore.
I'm unhappy, but in a different way. Its never been like this before, I've never been so unwilling to share my emotions with people.
Jeff tried to cheer me up at lunch, but I couldnt even find the words to describe what was wrong. I miss Derek, yes, but most people dont even know what went on.
At least, I think they dont.
But anyway, I wanted to talk to Jeff about everything. I wanted to spill.
I wouldnt let myself. I tried to pretend it wasnt a big deal and said I dont want to talk about it.
Why do I keep searching for someone to reach out and talk to, and trust, but when someone comes along, I cant do it?