I guess I'll update this. Not much to write.
Lyle isn't such a funny kisser anymore. Or maybe I'm just getting used to it.
I had the weirdest dream two nights ago. It was like it was a movie.
First off I was outside with a group of friends *who I guess were on a football team* and they were going to fight some other team...and it was real bad.
so ;alkjsdflkajfa lotsa fighting and I'm hiding in a bush.
Then I find out my friend Brittany is dead. I do nothing but cry.
blahblahblah more stupid crap.
Then...I'm in some storage-type shed, with a guy friend of mine. And he gives me a letter, and it was him confessing his love for me, and it was really sweet. And he wanted me to be with him forever. And my heart was really confused, and then
I woke up.
There was more to it than that. Like hiding underneath the table beneath the window with an old schoolmate b/c she was my stepsister. Or the fact that my name was Annie. Things like that.
Weird.
I want to be happy again. I don't want to think about hurting myself. Lately, I haven't. But I haven't been super happy either. I don't know what makes me happy. I just wish that....a happy rock would come and smash into my face. And then I'd be happy. I'd have a broken nose, but I'd be happy.
<3
there's a difference, youu see. and i am happy for you.
you left a commen on my diary.
aaages ago.
and i just saw it. again.
i would ask what's going on in your world but that's just daft given i just read your diary.
dont opt for happy rocks, opt for happy whipped-cream-in-a-ppie-tins.
that way everyone wins, you get to eat cream, someone else gets a good laugh and no broken nose.
fuck i'm a problem solver.