i never really feel the need to update.
Live Journal's becoming useless to me.. i hate bitching on it because people just get annoyed.
Holidays are here. holidays are, well there... idk what the hell they are but their not fun. Today i hung out with zack josh and lenny chris and ben, first time in like 5 months, it was kind of awkward...
((zack "likes" me again)) i hate it, i have no feelings for him, like that.. i've allready gotten hurt twice, and both times he said he regreted it. It reminded me of stevie and I.. how many times did that happen, and now its been almoste a year since we've :gone out:
I think i have feelings for Josh, im not quite shure why, or evan how that came about but hell, who knows.
look i rote a poem!
He tryes to tell me, although i do not understaind.
He spells it out, as if he's had all of this planned.
When at first I took a glimps, I realized he was reching in pain, with lust and lost feeling.
He looks at me and stares away, not knowing what to do or say.
He sits there in the dark corner, with nothing but a glare.
Simply sitting, knowing nothing at all, with the Switchblade in his hand
He has this strange way to show hes thnking real hard,
He scrapes the blade amongst his neck and loves the stinging sensation to follow.
Both of us jsut sitting there, thinking of what to do.
Theres some one playing drums, another complaining that its to loud.
Someone seeking compassion and someone drifting away.
Then there's us and we feel lost around our surroundings.
Some what confused, and lost in a daze.
We'll keep it to our selves, until the time has passed
and forever it shall remain un spoken and forever in the past.
Holidays are here. holidays are, well there... idk what the hell they are but their not fun. Today i hung out with zack josh and lenny chris and ben, first time in like 5 months, it was kind of awkward...
((zack "likes" me again)) i hate it, i have no feelings for him, like that.. i've allready gotten hurt twice, and both times he said he regreted it. It reminded me of stevie and I.. how many times did that happen, and now its been almoste a year since we've :gone out:
I think i have feelings for Josh, im not quite shure why, or evan how that came about but hell, who knows.
look i rote a poem!
He tryes to tell me, although i do not understaind.
He spells it out, as if he's had all of this planned.
When at first I took a glimps, I realized he was reching in pain, with lust and lost feeling.
He looks at me and stares away, not knowing what to do or say.
He sits there in the dark corner, with nothing but a glare.
Simply sitting, knowing nothing at all, with the Switchblade in his hand
He has this strange way to show hes thnking real hard,
He scrapes the blade amongst his neck and loves the stinging sensation to follow.
Both of us jsut sitting there, thinking of what to do.
Theres some one playing drums, another complaining that its to loud.
Someone seeking compassion and someone drifting away.
Then there's us and we feel lost around our surroundings.
Some what confused, and lost in a daze.
We'll keep it to our selves, until the time has passed
and forever it shall remain un spoken and forever in the past.