we talked last night,
this is the hardest thing i ever had to do,
like mental wise with him,
and sorta emotional because afterwards i cant stop doubting myself
to the point where i want to cry
he comes back tomorrow..*sighs*...
last night, when i went back into my room, i had nothing to do, i just layed there, i looked at a magazine for a few minutes but a surf board showed up and i just threw the magazine on the floor and i lyed there staring up at my ceiling, for an hour, thinking all the way back to decembre 5th, then i wrote a poem i might post sometime soon, i finally fell asleep at like 1:45 atleast that was the last time i glanced at my clock.
i had dreams about him all frickin night, dead serious, about when we met, the football game, all the nights we went to the movies.
i woke up in themiddle of the night with my hands shaking, and cold sweat, and butterflys in my stomache, and in the morning, i woke up thinking i was seriously and absolutly going to puke. i felt so sick. thank god i didn't puke i fucking hate puking.
today I am going to the mall with lissy toni and lindsay i cant wait to see those girls, you seriously have no idea how much i need this weekend.
hopefully nothing at all will go wrong, but since i just said that, somethign will, duh, commen sense guys you know something bad always happens to me
waking up next to nothing after dreaming of you and me...
im waking up all alone waking up so
relieved while your taking your time with apologies..
im planning out my revenge.