it's 6 feet from the edge and im slipping, and maybe 6 feet isn't so far down
It's 10 at night and I'm tired and weary and I want to cry.
w h y .
well it really isn't that simple, if I knew I would tell you but I have no clue therefore there shall be no sharing right now, unless i try and decode it now, with my words. Ricky was gonna come to my soccer game, but we misundedrstood 3:30 with 6:30.
O h w e l l.
wanna know why? because all of a sudden he doesn't seem very erm, apealing? I got his note yesterday I tore it open and i was disapointed. He rambled about nothing the whole letter. I can't really explain it, i have a thing for bad boys and helpless romantics, which as I am finding out are neither of the qualities Ricky posesses. Ricky is cute and he will probably meet the girl of his dreams, just not me. And atleast I'm not crying over this one. Why I am crying though, is because of John, no not Jon Best, I forgot his last name, but I really can't stop thinking about him, I like guys that make your heart skip a beat or your breath falter for a moment. I like when a guy says sweet things and gives me flowers. And Jon was him.
B u t.
i haven't talked to him in a while and i have to go up to Coconut Creek (where he lives) to see him. And for all I really know I can be some girl.
G r e a t.
now im screwed.
<3 f o r e v e r
*p.s- is it to late to become a lesbian?
w h y .
well it really isn't that simple, if I knew I would tell you but I have no clue therefore there shall be no sharing right now, unless i try and decode it now, with my words. Ricky was gonna come to my soccer game, but we misundedrstood 3:30 with 6:30.
O h w e l l.
wanna know why? because all of a sudden he doesn't seem very erm, apealing? I got his note yesterday I tore it open and i was disapointed. He rambled about nothing the whole letter. I can't really explain it, i have a thing for bad boys and helpless romantics, which as I am finding out are neither of the qualities Ricky posesses. Ricky is cute and he will probably meet the girl of his dreams, just not me. And atleast I'm not crying over this one. Why I am crying though, is because of John, no not Jon Best, I forgot his last name, but I really can't stop thinking about him, I like guys that make your heart skip a beat or your breath falter for a moment. I like when a guy says sweet things and gives me flowers. And Jon was him.
B u t.
i haven't talked to him in a while and i have to go up to Coconut Creek (where he lives) to see him. And for all I really know I can be some girl.
G r e a t.
now im screwed.
<3 f o r e v e r
*p.s- is it to late to become a lesbian?