i "had" greg. i miss greg. but I don't want him back. an hour later, there was jason with his knight in armor sense of humor, and matching nike's to go with his new "do". 1 week later, there is a flimsy penis, with drumsticks for legs, a sweaty *wet* t-shirt, and a fickle kiss. I had to close my eyes and take my time to walk away. 3 hours later, there is anticipation. there are plans. there is an I LOVE YOU. there is everything laying on the table. but I don't want just any heart that beats to entice me. homecoming is this weekend. I may go. I don't want to go. I would only be going just to make everyone happy. I guess I'm going with Jason. I think I will just go to work. I don't think I am really missing out on anything, but my first limo ride. i have to play the violin with a 70 year old women, who plays piano. my mom and I fight everyday. I was telling her to think more positive, and to stop expecting the worst to always happen. She won't give up on trying to always protect me from every evil in the world. But she's gonna have to eventually. Cause the day I'm 18, I'm packing my shit and leaving. I ain't even waitin until graduation comes around the corner. Hell, I might not even give her a phone call. I really do appreciate the things my parents have done for me, but like a man needs his manhood, I need my independance. I'm out like that. I look weird when I laugh