Well.
Yesterday was my 15th birthday. I had fun, well sort of. I didn't have a party, and I didn't get that much stuff. I had my best friend and my boyfriend over. I got a wicked cd player from my parents, and a straightener, and the Brand New cd. For my best friend, I got an Illustrated Edition of Angels & Demons, and a bag of skittles! Now, from Jake, he got me two dozen roses, and two tickets to Coheed & Cambria.. my obsession. He tried to get me Calla Lilies, my favorite flower, but they were too expensive. Then my aunt comes over with the single Calla Lily, and it is beautiful!! I love Calla Lilies...
I think I'll have to say, my life is pathetic and boring. Nothing new ever happens. It is the same old repetitive thing. I love Jake to death, but I REALLY WANT TO DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT. I want to do something different with him. Dance is just boring. I love my dance.. not the facts about it... but I really have to say I HATE my thursdays.
I would really like to read something sweet and romantic. Something pure and overwhelming. But, he doesn't write anymore. He hasn't. It really makes me sad. Is he depressed? Do I not fill that whole that I used to? Do him and I need time apart? Does he need to find a different hobby, one that isn't as dangerous? Does he really need to do that again? Do that again, just to make him happy? I really hate it! He has no idea how much I hate it. But then I get to thinking, that when I have read his writing when he was, well you know, I love it. I loved his writing. Why can't it be that way without it? I don't get it! I can't stand it. It doesn't make any sense. I just want to read something that you have written and cry for how sweet it is... not because we are fighting. When I read your first thing you have written about me, I remember that feeling... it is so indescribable... I want that feeling back. Even now when I read it, I just remember, and think that I feel it. 'maybe life has a point and i missed it all along?' jake.
I just want you to write again, you do it so well...
-Brooke
I think I'll have to say, my life is pathetic and boring. Nothing new ever happens. It is the same old repetitive thing. I love Jake to death, but I REALLY WANT TO DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT. I want to do something different with him. Dance is just boring. I love my dance.. not the facts about it... but I really have to say I HATE my thursdays.
I would really like to read something sweet and romantic. Something pure and overwhelming. But, he doesn't write anymore. He hasn't. It really makes me sad. Is he depressed? Do I not fill that whole that I used to? Do him and I need time apart? Does he need to find a different hobby, one that isn't as dangerous? Does he really need to do that again? Do that again, just to make him happy? I really hate it! He has no idea how much I hate it. But then I get to thinking, that when I have read his writing when he was, well you know, I love it. I loved his writing. Why can't it be that way without it? I don't get it! I can't stand it. It doesn't make any sense. I just want to read something that you have written and cry for how sweet it is... not because we are fighting. When I read your first thing you have written about me, I remember that feeling... it is so indescribable... I want that feeling back. Even now when I read it, I just remember, and think that I feel it. 'maybe life has a point and i missed it all along?' jake.
I just want you to write again, you do it so well...
-Brooke