I think it's kinda funny how whenever I write a raw emotion kind of journal entry, I either delete it or mark it as private later on.
I'm weird.
I want a guy that would come over here and we could just rock out screaming along with The Ramones, and then eat alllllll the pasta and junk food we wanted, manners aside, and then we could curl up together and watch a movie, and he'd run his fingers through my hair and tell me that I'm beautiful, and I'd smile at him because I'd feel like he really meant it. And then we'd go outside and he'd try to teach me how to skate and we could both laugh at how horrid I really am at it, but neither of us would really care.
♥♥♥♥
Yeah. that'd be so cool. hahaa. I just want to totally be myself around somebody. Like I am with Justine and Brittany and Liliana.
I want a best guy boyfriend. woop.
You know what I realized? The guy that knows the most about me is Nick [Brittany's boyfriend]. Seriously.
Not by choice though. Brittany just tells him everything about me. So he knows SO much. LMFAO. It's quite funny, because now I can be my complete and normal self around him (except for taking off my makeup. Sick), and I don't even care. Funnnnayy stuff.
It's really cold. My hair is wet still. But it's up in a ponytail. Funny looking=me.
I guess I'm going to go clean my room or something.