so pack a change of clothes 'cause its time to move on.

Mar 15, 2005 19:45


'cause it's too important to stay the way its been...

I cant remember who I took this from, but it was a while ago...Choose 15 friends and write statements to them, don't tell anyone who the statements are to good or bad.

(1) every time i'm with you i want to tell you one of my deepest secrets...if i had any i would tell you.

(2) you are amazing. you could be famous someday. you could be the president of the united states. you could be anything you wanted, but for right now i'm really really really glad your my friend.

(3) remember that one time when you got everyone in trouble? i still hate you for that.

(4) stop making issues out of things that dont exist. its a waste of your life and a waste of mine.

(5) for as little as we know each other, your actully one of the only people who really knows me.

(6) i dont understand why everyone thinks your so great. you're really not.

(7) you make me really nervous, in a good way and i really want you to know that.

(8) i say i hate you all the time, but really i totally mean the opposite.

(9) everything i ever said to you was a lie, and i think its hilarous.

(10) I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU

(11) i think we're friends again, and i'm super fucking happy.

(12) when you talk about all those things you did in the summer, i really wish i had been there with you.

(13) You're a rotten person inside and out and someday when your life turns out like complete shit i'll laugh in your face.

(14) You were only a phase in my life, and im sooo over that phase.

(15) you're one of those people that you just want to be friends with.

This is when I forget breathe all the things I scripted, they sound so unfounded. And the look that you're giving me, it tells me exactly what you are thinking...sledding down hills into oncoming traffic. The parents layered clothes until the children couldn't move then kept them outside til their noises were blue, and I got left there too.
Previous post Next post
Up