the spiffyy boyy likes loves someone who is not myself, and i haven't seemed to care yet. quite franklyy, i'm proud of myself. in a fucked up kind of wayy. and to think that i learned that through a poem that was written without me in mind. ugh. i wish a boyy would write a poem for me. but not about stealing towels and stuff. like the poem spiffyy boyy wrote. it's nearlyy ten, and i still haven't come close to finishing the english project i am supposedlyy working on. damn. i should reallyy go back to it.