I like my little French boyy(:. Lawts. You know. Hah, I also like how that's how I refer to him.
I refuse to believe in Valentine's day from now on. It's bullshit. (Unless your Valentine is Brooke Rojas or Erin DeLuca. They're mine. So back off. That's what makes it worthwhile.)
I doubt that I'm going to want to wake up in the morning putting nearly as much effort into looking good like I did last year on Valentine's day. I mean, tomorrow isn't even officially V-day. You know what it is? It's fucking Friday the 13th. I'm gonna raise hell... you know it.
My week has been decent, I suppose. I'm pretty sure I wrote something about going to the bridge before therapy. I cried. But it was amazing. I decided the night/morning I couldn't get to sleep until about 4am, that I wanted to go back there, just to see if the E.N <3 A.H was still there. It was. Permanent marker... gawsh. All the memories. And the workout things that come out of the ground... let's hope summer 2009 is as good as summer 2008. As it stands, I don't know if it can compare. Everything over summer was perfect! Me and Hayden. Me and Alex. Me and Julia. Julia and Hayden. Alex and Julia. Alex and Hayden. The four of us had this bond that nothing could break, especially distance. This band that barely played music and wrote songs that ended up stuffed under couch cushions, and I was never allowed to be visible in Alex's house, so he'd hide me in spider filled corners and closets (what a dick).
Anyways, my mom told me, 'I knew coming here was a bad idea. I knew you'd be sad and start crying.' But I told her.. they weren't sad tears. (: I just wanted to see if it was as gorgeous as it used to be. And there was a really long stick going into the water, that almost made me think it was the exact same one I took pictures of me and Alex and Hayden with. Or maybe just Alex... I don't really remember. But anyhoo, it was great. I really needed some kind of reinforcement of the whole 'perfection' thing. The four of us. Forever and ever. (:
And while these fucking blisters might possibly take forever to heal because there is basically no skin on the back of my foot... I'll just limp around in pain. My ass is starting to hurt from it. What the hell?
I know, it makes no sense.
I just felt like my day wouldn't be complete without blogging. And telling you guys (whoever may be reading this) that, hopefully, this time it'll work out. Kay thanks!
Oh, and, Alex called me. But I slept through it. :[
I refuse to believe in Valentine's day from now on. It's bullshit. (Unless your Valentine is Brooke Rojas or Erin DeLuca. They're mine. So back off. That's what makes it worthwhile.)
I doubt that I'm going to want to wake up in the morning putting nearly as much effort into looking good like I did last year on Valentine's day. I mean, tomorrow isn't even officially V-day. You know what it is? It's fucking Friday the 13th. I'm gonna raise hell... you know it.
My week has been decent, I suppose. I'm pretty sure I wrote something about going to the bridge before therapy. I cried. But it was amazing. I decided the night/morning I couldn't get to sleep until about 4am, that I wanted to go back there, just to see if the E.N <3 A.H was still there. It was. Permanent marker... gawsh. All the memories. And the workout things that come out of the ground... let's hope summer 2009 is as good as summer 2008. As it stands, I don't know if it can compare. Everything over summer was perfect! Me and Hayden. Me and Alex. Me and Julia. Julia and Hayden. Alex and Julia. Alex and Hayden. The four of us had this bond that nothing could break, especially distance. This band that barely played music and wrote songs that ended up stuffed under couch cushions, and I was never allowed to be visible in Alex's house, so he'd hide me in spider filled corners and closets (what a dick).
Anyways, my mom told me, 'I knew coming here was a bad idea. I knew you'd be sad and start crying.' But I told her.. they weren't sad tears. (: I just wanted to see if it was as gorgeous as it used to be. And there was a really long stick going into the water, that almost made me think it was the exact same one I took pictures of me and Alex and Hayden with. Or maybe just Alex... I don't really remember. But anyhoo, it was great. I really needed some kind of reinforcement of the whole 'perfection' thing. The four of us. Forever and ever. (:
And while these fucking blisters might possibly take forever to heal because there is basically no skin on the back of my foot... I'll just limp around in pain. My ass is starting to hurt from it. What the hell?
I know, it makes no sense.
I just felt like my day wouldn't be complete without blogging. And telling you guys (whoever may be reading this) that, hopefully, this time it'll work out. Kay thanks!
Oh, and, Alex called me. But I slept through it. :[
last summer kicked ass.
ReplyDeletewe're both nostalgic motherfuckers.
i know. almost everytime i think about it, i cry.
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