He doesn’t care because he knows it won’t matter once I leave.
April 2010
14 posts
I secretly wish
he’d appear at my doorstep with flowers and say he didn’t mean any of the things he said.
But that’s not going to happen, because he’s immature and doesn’t care.
I don't know what to feel
I need my best friend, but she tells me she is busy even though I’m crying on the phone, and that she’ll “call me back later.”
I need this boy to understand that I hate what he says to me.
And I need to know why I keep coming back to him. And this. Because it’s not fair for me, or for him, and I’m not being fair with myself.
“So I’ll keep you wondering what time I’m arriving
And you’ll drive me crazy with your backseat driving
And I’ll talk in my sleep and you’ll steal all the covers
We’ll argue it out and we’ll call ourselves lovers
And I’ll stay in my body and you’ll stay in your own
‘Cause we know that we’re born and we’re dying alone.
So we turn out the light while the sirens are screaming
And we kiss for the waking, and then join the dreaming.
In love, but not at peace
In love, but not at peace.” —In Love But Not At Peace ~ Dar Williams
And you’ll drive me crazy with your backseat driving
And I’ll talk in my sleep and you’ll steal all the covers
We’ll argue it out and we’ll call ourselves lovers
And I’ll stay in my body and you’ll stay in your own
‘Cause we know that we’re born and we’re dying alone.
So we turn out the light while the sirens are screaming
And we kiss for the waking, and then join the dreaming.
In love, but not at peace
In love, but not at peace.” —In Love But Not At Peace ~ Dar Williams
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I am listening to Demi Lovato on shuffle, and wallowing in my sorrows as my boy goes to prom with another girl… I love Demi. I think she and T-Swift understand me.
I MISS HIM I MISS HIM I MISS HIM I MISS HIM
I’m counting down the days, the hours, the minutes, the seconds…
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and finally Saturday
Why does my cell service just not happen to work up here? And why does he just happen to never check his facebook?
Last night I went to sleep on my tummy in my bed, with my left hand reached out towards the middle of the mattress. It was open, my palm facing upward. I wanted someone to reach out and take my hand and hold it, but no one was there. He wasn’t there.
He came over
after just getting home from Austin this morning at 8… He brought me a UT sweatshirt.
I would like to say I love him… because I do love his smile and his pretty eyes and his thoughtfulness, and his kisses when he says goodbye.
But I don’t love him. I just love things about him.
I just got asked to prom!
But on the sucky side… he’s being weird about EVERYTHING.
and i have a huge precalc test i’m so not ready for tomorrow :(
