yes i am jealous of you holding hands. yes i envy you being able to hug each other. of course i pity myself for feeling the way i do when i see you kiss. but it's ok. i'm patiently waiting. their's nothing more to do. nothing more to think about than him. and i can't help it. it's not that its bad but... yeah. other than that i've been a major bitch at school. too much drama and they need to save it for their momma :] serious. that's the last thing i need. when i thought i had "friends" damn i was really wrong. and those guy friends that say that they really care, i see the true you. and fuck you, you can't get into my pants. thanks for not talking to me anymore, i know who my real friends are.