dear jenny, please don't let them dance
dear internet journal,
well. she was just as good as i expected her to be. it was a really good show. however, the watson twins kept dancing, like how back-up singers did in the 50s and 60s and whatnot and i don't know how i felt about it. well, i know it made me uncomfortable, i wish they would have just stood still. why not? isn't that what most people do? instead they kept swaying. weird.
anyway, i got home and was greeted (on aim) by patrick telling me he loves me which was wonderful. but then for some reason he brought up the song i sent him with me singing and i kept asking him to please stop talking about it. and he was telling me how i wasn't bad, and i had potential and whatnot and i was getting so worked up and kept asking him to please just let it go and he wouldn't and then all of a sudden i was in tears. a massive emotional break down. i don't know why i hate it so much, but i just do, just the thought of anybody listening to that makes me nauseous. ugh. just thinking about it now, i can't get over it. i hate it so much.
that's all, i guess.
love,
mollie
well. she was just as good as i expected her to be. it was a really good show. however, the watson twins kept dancing, like how back-up singers did in the 50s and 60s and whatnot and i don't know how i felt about it. well, i know it made me uncomfortable, i wish they would have just stood still. why not? isn't that what most people do? instead they kept swaying. weird.
anyway, i got home and was greeted (on aim) by patrick telling me he loves me which was wonderful. but then for some reason he brought up the song i sent him with me singing and i kept asking him to please stop talking about it. and he was telling me how i wasn't bad, and i had potential and whatnot and i was getting so worked up and kept asking him to please just let it go and he wouldn't and then all of a sudden i was in tears. a massive emotional break down. i don't know why i hate it so much, but i just do, just the thought of anybody listening to that makes me nauseous. ugh. just thinking about it now, i can't get over it. i hate it so much.
that's all, i guess.
love,
mollie