he sees completely through me.
wednesday was good. chilled. amanda, kelly, seanl, danny, and andrew came over. we watched cops. at like 11 allison called me and asked me to go to gerrys with her. i drank way too much. i spent the night throwing up. slept over gerry's house. i am not drinking anymore or at least not for a while. i woke up with a hang over from hell. ugh. i don't even want to think about it.
thursday was nice. stayed at gerrys til like 6. amanda came and picked me and allison up. went to amanda's. alfredo came to amanda's :] picked up sean. we went to tihns house. twas a good time. they played ddr. i dont know how to play ddr. then we went to my house. played a nice game of sorry. BUT i kept getting bumped to start -_- and i didn't get to be green :[. then some of us went to allison's house. i got picked up.
today i'm going to maine with allison and gerry, i'll be back sunday.
then i have my intership monday :]
I found a letter that said:
"I'm sorry that you were asleep when I wrote these words down,"
You'd think I'd ought to be used to that by now.
Save for a few of those late night episodes,
Missed opportunities, and "I Don't Cares,"
There's not a lot that I feel obliged to share or talk about.
I'll have my brother stop by this Saturday to pick up my things,
Just make sure you're not there.
This may sound bad, and don't take it the wrong way..
I love you, however, you hold me down.
You're the echoes of my everything,
You're the emptiness the whole world sings at night.
You're the laziness of afternoon,
You're the reason why I burst and why I bloomed..
How will I break the news to you?
Cancel our dinner with Max and Coraline,
feed Jacky's gerbil and try to stay clean.
We'll talk it over after I've had some time alone to sort it out.
You hold me down.
You're the echoes of my everything,
You're the emptiness the whole world sings at night.
You're the laziness of afternoon,
You're the reason why I burst and why I bloomed..
You're the leaky sink of sentiment,
You're the failed attempts I never could forget.
You're the metaphors I can't create to comprehend this curse that I call love..
How will I break the news to you?