Hate is a strong word, but I really really really don't like you. Now that it's over, I don't even know what I liked about you.
I'm about to throw some people off of cliffs right now because I am just so, so, so flared. For a lack of a better word. I'm trying to decide when I'll ever find out what's meant to be and what's not. I've gotten to a point where I'll sit and stare at walls and just daydream about things that have happened, just... what I think should have happened. Because it's not until it's over, that you wish you could change it. But it's not meant to be. You think it is. That's why you do it. Where does this leave us when we're about to die? How do we know what was true? Not real... everything is real. Even 'make believe' is real. Even 'false' is real. True is real, but it has such a deeper meaning. When do we ever find out what that deeper meaning is.
Last night, I skipped Beyond the Call to go to Premire! It was probably the greatest thing I've seen in so long. You don't understand. Well maybe you do, if you're Erin. Anyhoo, Isabella was amazing, and Eighteenth Floor Balcony was my favorite song/dance of the entire thing. During intermission, we ate Chipotle. Lots and lots of Chipotle, because Erin decided she was going to build a house of food upon one tortilla. And of course, I got the same thing as her because I didn't know what to eat at all. Somewhere either during the show or in the car ride home I got on facebook mobile and told Greg I liked him? He's been online since, but I've gotten no reply... I wonder what this could possibly mean. Fuck my life. After it was over, Erin and I went to my house to get some of my stuff together and went back to Erin's to spend the night. It was epic. The very first night in so long that I have had a sleepover with someone without sneaking out or sneaking someone in. But we still managed to have a good time. Unfortunately, I fell asleep first. I don't know how, but I did. Then, there's this story, that Erin might tell you if I don't, about how the TV was off when she woke me up and I kept asking her if it was over. It makes us both want to piss our pants laughing because it was just that great, especially at the time. Then... we went to sleep.
The rest isn't too incredibly interesting, except for the fact that now Nick and Lauren are basically together, and I'm basically pissed as shit. You wanna know, read their walls. I'm done with them. Mostly Lauren. I have been. And I'm not okay with her shit anymore. Not her using me or talking shit or getting with people I like a lot, and especially her being a hypocrite because of the Sean thing and sex thing and boys thing and parties thing. It really, really pisses me off. And when he gets cheated on, I'm not gonna give a shit.
So hmph. -.-
I'm about to throw some people off of cliffs right now because I am just so, so, so flared. For a lack of a better word. I'm trying to decide when I'll ever find out what's meant to be and what's not. I've gotten to a point where I'll sit and stare at walls and just daydream about things that have happened, just... what I think should have happened. Because it's not until it's over, that you wish you could change it. But it's not meant to be. You think it is. That's why you do it. Where does this leave us when we're about to die? How do we know what was true? Not real... everything is real. Even 'make believe' is real. Even 'false' is real. True is real, but it has such a deeper meaning. When do we ever find out what that deeper meaning is.
Last night, I skipped Beyond the Call to go to Premire! It was probably the greatest thing I've seen in so long. You don't understand. Well maybe you do, if you're Erin. Anyhoo, Isabella was amazing, and Eighteenth Floor Balcony was my favorite song/dance of the entire thing. During intermission, we ate Chipotle. Lots and lots of Chipotle, because Erin decided she was going to build a house of food upon one tortilla. And of course, I got the same thing as her because I didn't know what to eat at all. Somewhere either during the show or in the car ride home I got on facebook mobile and told Greg I liked him? He's been online since, but I've gotten no reply... I wonder what this could possibly mean. Fuck my life. After it was over, Erin and I went to my house to get some of my stuff together and went back to Erin's to spend the night. It was epic. The very first night in so long that I have had a sleepover with someone without sneaking out or sneaking someone in. But we still managed to have a good time. Unfortunately, I fell asleep first. I don't know how, but I did. Then, there's this story, that Erin might tell you if I don't, about how the TV was off when she woke me up and I kept asking her if it was over. It makes us both want to piss our pants laughing because it was just that great, especially at the time. Then... we went to sleep.
The rest isn't too incredibly interesting, except for the fact that now Nick and Lauren are basically together, and I'm basically pissed as shit. You wanna know, read their walls. I'm done with them. Mostly Lauren. I have been. And I'm not okay with her shit anymore. Not her using me or talking shit or getting with people I like a lot, and especially her being a hypocrite because of the Sean thing and sex thing and boys thing and parties thing. It really, really pisses me off. And when he gets cheated on, I'm not gonna give a shit.
So hmph. -.-
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