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9:31 Wednesday Evening   Your Eyes Won't Meet Mine I'm a girl of words. Today I feel bitchy. It's disheartening. Hormones are at an all time high, today, and tomorrow looks partly cloudy with a few light showers in the afternoon. showers from my tear ducts. eff. I finished the french maid costume. I keep wanting to shout out expletives. What difference would it make to say them instead of think them? They're both sins in God's eyes or something. whatever. Can't go to prom with Arthur anymore. sucks. Don't have anyone else to go with. argh. Maybe I can still convince Ben. I wish caleb was here.
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im sorry you're feeling sad :-(. i hope i didnt aggravate things this afternoon,i totally didnt mean things the way they turned out. i would really like to be friends again.
i know it seem that i dont care, but something in me does, i swear. i dont remember all last year. i left you awake to cry the tears, while i was dreaming in streams flowing between the shores of joy and sadness. Im drowning, save me! wake me up!
When I get in the expletive yelling mood, I often cry. It's a downfall of mine to cry in emotional moments, including angry ones.
if only you knew how unique you are...
The perfect unattainble guy... oh if only. But we have to be content with their imperfections. Or the perfect moments just don't seem real.
its true. it is very frustrating.

but it doesn't mean i like him any less.....