| nobody knows what they are actually doing now. i dont. my friends dont. i dont think god does. when i was little, i used to pray, "dear god, please make all good things happen. thank you, amen." all good things dont happen anymore. and im not sure how but im sure that this can be changed. |
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| this is totally crazy. i mean it. i really thought one thing for a really long time. and bam. i was completely wrong. at least i think i was. i was enough to notice it. if that makes sense. but im thankful theres at least one person who knows what im talking about. and i think he knows who he is. he freakin better. and im glad im not forgotten and im sorry that i almost was. and sarah and esther aren't going to CAP tonight. its going to be a long drive home alone :( |
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| its weird how someone can just say "sorry" and everything can be normal again. |
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| i should be playing tennis right now, but instead i have strep throat and am watching national lampoons european vacation realizing i am wasting my time and could be eating soup with my lovely friend sitting beside me holding me until i get better. but i'm not. i'm kinda bored. i'm going to read my book saying an irish accent in my head because the book is irish. |
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| gay. thuper duper gay. i get SOOOO jealous. and that makes me angARY! whateverrrrr i just won the lottery. |
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