ill have you know im scared to death
what are you afraid of?
Monday, May 26, 2008
ive been dying to tell you anything
you wanna hear--> cuz thats just who i am this week
so basically i fought with my mom for 2 and half weeks straight up until we went to pennsylvania, and then she took a break from being herself i guess while we were there (i did not want to be btw, they kidnapped me) and now we're back and havent fought yet. im guessing that wont last long though.
so me and john write a tonnn of notes to each other so on thursday (well i guess it was wednesday night but still) he got a blank notebook for us to use instead and its an awesometastic idea...somehow we managed to fill like 12 pages on thursday, and then he had it over the weekend so nowww i am wondering just how much is written in it cuz i know i was bored as fuck and wrote like 9 pages of absolute nonsense that im just going to stick in the notebook and give to him. he knows all this already, because he calls me a lot and i told him, but still. (he knows most of the stuff i wrote too, but i dont really care.) im starting to wonder whats going on here because hes been acting a little different..but in a good way. idk if hes over katy or what because he doesnt talk about her anymore and he says some stuff that makes me wonder whats going on with us. i guess itll reveal itself in time or whatever, though.
i think its sweet that you said you were depressed on friday because i wasnt in school. it made me feel wanted.
(dontcha like how i switched from talking about someone to talking to them? im too lazy to change the first part though so deal with it.)
my headache from thursday is still here. shoot me.
andrea i really want to use that line you came up with in a poem. now i just need a moment of emotion and itll all come together. but i cant write poetry unless im feeling a really strong emotion or having a lightining (why the fuck cant i spell lightening...lightning...that looks right) bolt of inspiration so..itll take a while i suppose.
peace.
so basically i fought with my mom for 2 and half weeks straight up until we went to pennsylvania, and then she took a break from being herself i guess while we were there (i did not want to be btw, they kidnapped me) and now we're back and havent fought yet. im guessing that wont last long though.
so me and john write a tonnn of notes to each other so on thursday (well i guess it was wednesday night but still) he got a blank notebook for us to use instead and its an awesometastic idea...somehow we managed to fill like 12 pages on thursday, and then he had it over the weekend so nowww i am wondering just how much is written in it cuz i know i was bored as fuck and wrote like 9 pages of absolute nonsense that im just going to stick in the notebook and give to him. he knows all this already, because he calls me a lot and i told him, but still. (he knows most of the stuff i wrote too, but i dont really care.) im starting to wonder whats going on here because hes been acting a little different..but in a good way. idk if hes over katy or what because he doesnt talk about her anymore and he says some stuff that makes me wonder whats going on with us. i guess itll reveal itself in time or whatever, though.
i think its sweet that you said you were depressed on friday because i wasnt in school. it made me feel wanted.
(dontcha like how i switched from talking about someone to talking to them? im too lazy to change the first part though so deal with it.)
my headache from thursday is still here. shoot me.
andrea i really want to use that line you came up with in a poem. now i just need a moment of emotion and itll all come together. but i cant write poetry unless im feeling a really strong emotion or having a lightining (why the fuck cant i spell lightening...lightning...that looks right) bolt of inspiration so..itll take a while i suppose.
peace.
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