Boo... Nothin to say, life is incredibly interesting....Not...I need a boy. Im lonely...I need a msg from that boy more than anything, just so I know he is thinking of me like I sit here day after day thinking about him waiting to see his name on the screen of my phone....Somethin Im starting to think won't happen. Im probably right thinking that though. It was probably just one of those, I give him what he wants and then thats the end of it as far he is concerned. I dont want that though. I want him. Why's that so difficult to explain...I don't want to have to tell him, because I know Im only going to be let down...But still.....It would just be nice for a change for something to go the way i want it to...... As for Sim he can go get fucked....Taryn if your reading dis, when you come back I'll explain to you what my email was about. Long story, him and his pms got to much for me to handle. Hes a prick....... Anyways thats all....Yeah that was boring wasnt it...Just thought I should update, coz unlike someone who knows exactly who they are Im not slack. Yes hello Robbie....................... {{{{{Edit}}}} Aight, Taryn darl this is for your benefit in case you happen to appear during the week and I wont be here much coz I gota work....But haha Im not angry with Sim anymore, haha I was talking to Daryl last night and told him about him and he actually remembered who the boy who, Im like woooo you actually listen to me anyways he sent him a msg callin him a list of names, added on that he had a small dick and is a shit root (I told him to put that there) so Sim rang him and Daryl picked up and I heard him say hello (sim) and then Daryl hang up on him (like he did to me the other night haha) anyway then he sent him a abusive msg again tellin him if he rang him again he'd go get ppl to bash him or somthin. I dunno. I < 3 that kid.....Anyways thats it ======================================================================================================================================= Im thinking about writing 300 letters... and sending them to strangers... They wont be to the strangers.. they will be to people I know.. They will be glued on the outside of the envolope so that the mail guy and whoever the recipient lives with will read it Letters about a moment in time.. our paths crossing... a beautiful boy that passes on the street.. or an old woman feeding the pigeons. Letters to old friends.. "Remember that time..." Letters to lovers... letters about fucking or falling in love for real... or love that can never work. Letters to people hurting... letters that are offers of help... fan letters. Letters to family (the hardest)... letters to the people who make my day better in a hundred small ways every time I see them... Letters to people who amaze me.. Letters to people whom I dislike. Letters to those whom I have neglected. Letters to those whom I have forgotten.. or simply erased.. Letters to anyone who I have ever withheald a conversation... Ultimately I want to be able to write a love letter to anyone, a stranger on the street, or someone that I have nothing but scorn for. I wanted to be able to pull out and vocalize the small thread connecting me to them, them to me, the something in them that I found beautiful or real and the something between us that existed beneath everything, acknowledged or unacknowledged, forgotten gestures and moments, strange and rare affinities. In the same way that is training your eye to take in and process the world around you, to stop and notice things, to learn how to really see , I wanted to train my heart to really feel. there was always that crack in the sidewalk, you just never noticed before the way that the lines trace like lightning bolts, the coldness of the light grey concrete, and the blackness of the crevices, the perfect intricacies of it all. There are always connections between people, things to admire in people, trust that goes unnoticed, small kindnesses, shared silences. There is always so much to see, and there is always so much to feel. There is so much that we do not talk about.. so much that we have trouble beleiving in.... ♥--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ahh I felt like writing ♥One last thing...Im infatuated....Im not in love with him, but he is everything in my eyes...♥