Dec 29, 2006 21:04
I'm like, deeply in love. And he's amazing.
Butttttttt, haha, no.
Seems like it's not going to happen.
Just because I trust my instincts too much to believe it'll actually work.
And my mom can just fuck off.
I hate how she's prying around my room. She picked up a fanta can and was like,"what's this?"
umm, a fanta can?
Yes, it had cigarette butts in them, yes they were mine, but does she need to be nosy all the time?
She was looking through my purse the other day.
Maybe I don't want her looking through my stuff.
She's got plenty of secrets, so why can't I keep mine?
I've got nothing to hide. She finds what she finds.
She can find a dildo for all I fucking care, and I'd just look at her as if to say,"Yeah, you're point?"
I think I'm old enough to know right and wrong and to know what's best for myself.
No, I'm not officially an adult, and I can't do everything adults can do.
But when the time comes, I won't be sitting on my ass waiting for instructions.
I'll do whatever I fucking feel like doing, end of story.
And why does this whole liking thing so harrrd?
I liiiiike him, but ...
I don't know.
YAY OR NAY?