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still in a good mood...just gettin tired. it's 8:13.
just things running around in my head:
i miss the way mike used to be before he became the way he is now. it's actually kinda depressing. i still have every email we ever sent eachother, and it sucks. i read them over and over. i can't bring myself to delete them even though i'm supposed to have moved on. i'm kind of over him, but kind of not. he makes me cry. boys shouldn't make girls cry. that's so wrong. gosh...don't they know any better. he used to be sweet and gentle and funloving. now he's just an empty shell. i miss the real him.
next section of my brain is thinking:
subordinate adjective essential claus...english junk that i don't need to know...well i do need to, but i don't care.
then...my mind is blank...............................
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...now that i think about it, i feel kinda depressed for real. maybe it's just the day and i'll feel better tomorrow. i hate tomorrow's. cuz then i have to see jorge. that part i don't mind. it's just the part where i have to pretend i'm perfectly happy when i'm miserable part that i can't stand. i don't want to look sad in front of him cuz when i'm sad he gets sad. then he has to find out why i'm sad. then i mention mike, and jorge cares about me so much that he actually want me to tell him about mike and our relationship and then gives me advice. but me... i don't like talking to jorge about mike. i just don't like talking about my ex with my boyfriend. but then if i don't tell him, he gets even more upset and claims that i'm hiding something. so i have to be happy when i'm with him...
just things running around in my head:
i miss the way mike used to be before he became the way he is now. it's actually kinda depressing. i still have every email we ever sent eachother, and it sucks. i read them over and over. i can't bring myself to delete them even though i'm supposed to have moved on. i'm kind of over him, but kind of not. he makes me cry. boys shouldn't make girls cry. that's so wrong. gosh...don't they know any better. he used to be sweet and gentle and funloving. now he's just an empty shell. i miss the real him.
next section of my brain is thinking:
subordinate adjective essential claus...english junk that i don't need to know...well i do need to, but i don't care.
then...my mind is blank...............................
.......................
...now that i think about it, i feel kinda depressed for real. maybe it's just the day and i'll feel better tomorrow. i hate tomorrow's. cuz then i have to see jorge. that part i don't mind. it's just the part where i have to pretend i'm perfectly happy when i'm miserable part that i can't stand. i don't want to look sad in front of him cuz when i'm sad he gets sad. then he has to find out why i'm sad. then i mention mike, and jorge cares about me so much that he actually want me to tell him about mike and our relationship and then gives me advice. but me... i don't like talking to jorge about mike. i just don't like talking about my ex with my boyfriend. but then if i don't tell him, he gets even more upset and claims that i'm hiding something. so i have to be happy when i'm with him...