Fuck you.
Well I'm sitting here writing to that scarce amount of people who decide to read this journal thing, probably the people that are closest to me, or the people that want to get away from me the most. Seems like a pretty big difference, but I guess all of those people have something in common. I guess the formal thing to do in this is explain to you how my day went, so I got up, Katelyn woke up me up with a bang, ask her about it, i'm sure you'll be more than satisfied with what you hear. We hung out for a while, she went to work, so i hung out for a while, then Jake came over for the first time in a while, we hung out for a while, he and my brother played an exciting game of Madden 2005, fourth quarter, my brother is ahead by eight points, 30 seconds left, Jake has the ball on the 10 or whatever, somewhat close to the end zone, one of his guys is wide open on the one, he throws it, the guy catches it, but Anthony's safety tackles him, but when he tackled him, he hit the recievers feet in a way so that he did a little flip thing, and landed on his head in the end zone. So Jake is up by a touchdown and a feild goal, and Anthony gets the ball for like 10 seconds, it's pretty much hopeless now. Jake kicks it off to him, and the receiver gets it, and runs it in for a touchdown, anthony wins. It was pandemonium. So after that, Jake had to leave, and then Katelyn came back, then Anthony went and got Nikki, we then went to the rochester fair, we had a grand time, went on some rides, got caramel apples, the whole shin - dig. Then we came back here around i donno, 10 or 11, and Katelyn is sleeping over, she's asleep on my bed right now. That was my day.
So I guess i've been shoved aside now, oh well i dont mind the side, i'll just sit here, alone and meaningless, looking for someone, but everyone isn't on the same side as me or something, i don't know, maybe i'm meant to be alone, or im just not looking hard enough or something. I guess i should just move on, she's a heartbreaker and I guess thats just how she is, and i don't need that, so fuck it. I hate complaining in these journal things, it sounds so pitiful and weak - minded. I'm just going to have to deal and forget about it. The night on the beach in New York: meaningless. The conversations till four in the morning: meangingless. It's all gone to shit now, and to think it could have been something good. For something that seemed so strong, it was pretty damn easy to fall apart I must say.
Well, comment if you want.
So I guess i've been shoved aside now, oh well i dont mind the side, i'll just sit here, alone and meaningless, looking for someone, but everyone isn't on the same side as me or something, i don't know, maybe i'm meant to be alone, or im just not looking hard enough or something. I guess i should just move on, she's a heartbreaker and I guess thats just how she is, and i don't need that, so fuck it. I hate complaining in these journal things, it sounds so pitiful and weak - minded. I'm just going to have to deal and forget about it. The night on the beach in New York: meaningless. The conversations till four in the morning: meangingless. It's all gone to shit now, and to think it could have been something good. For something that seemed so strong, it was pretty damn easy to fall apart I must say.
Well, comment if you want.