Well Im keeping this short and simple. A certain someone I write about in my blogs very recently found my blog and read it and uh.. well it's not exactly safe to post anymore diary like entries. Besides, I'm such an idiot, this is the internet. ANYBODY can read my posts.. even the person I like.
So, uh this is probably going to more of a creative writing/skimming the very edge of my feeling kind of blog.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Monday, November 19, 2012
Pissed. About to explode.
I'm tired. I'm so tired. And I don't mean sleepy, I mean like sick of it. You know how many times people come up to me daily because me and him look "cute". Awh Sam, you and ____ are so cute, are you guys dating? Oh you guys should date eachother! You look so cute, you would make such a great couple, he would be so lucky to have you.. blah blah blah. Like I appreciate it. A lot. What makes me want to explode? Is he does not fucking see it. Like I'm sitting here writing freaking love songs, planning out future events like his birthday and christmas, and you know what he's probably doing? Nothing to do with me that's for sure. And what gets me boggled the most is he says he likes me. Okay, I don't know about you, but when you like someone, you don't ignore them. You don't tell them you like them , and then make excuses on why not to ask them out. When you like someone, aren't you supposed to show it in some way? Compliments? Hanging out? Like Im not asking for a fucking Romeo. I just want to like hangout or something. Is that so hard? Like he get's me so hyped. I should be doing homework right now, but instead I'm ranting on and on because these thoughts have been going through my head for a month now. I feel like he takes advantage of me so much. He knows whatever he does he can pull off because I'll "understand". Like he could come to me and say he killed a guy, and he could get away with it because he knows I'll "understand". Well you know what? I'm tired of understanding. I'm tired of staying quiet. I'm tired of being the nice girl that lets him walk all over me. I'm done making jokes with the slightest bit seriousness in them hoping he gets the hint I want something more than this. I'm done trying so hard. You like me? You fucking talk to ME. I'm not the one starting this conversation all the time. I'm done going up to you in school first. I'm done messaging you first. I'm done trying to look so good so you'll bother coming up to me in the first place. I'm done. I'm absolutely done. Tomorrow I'm seriously going to ignore him all day. Even if he comes up to me. He'll just be air to me. Obviously thats all I am to him. Like, damn, I can't try any harder with this kid. It's eating me apart, and getting out of whack with my studies. I hate complications in life. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a total bitch. I actually DO understand his reasoning and problems, but I have an opinion and I feel like it's strong enough to surmount the difficulties he says would happen in a relationship.
My problem? If you like me, act like it. If you don't, don't lead me on and say you do, because there are so many guys out there who would love to be with me.. and lots of them are great too. I don't want to stay hung over you just because things "might" change. You're leaving for the summer, so that crosses out summer for dating, and school is an issue so that crosses out school time for dating. So in other words you're telling me, never gonna happen but instead of saying it, you say "I like you but.. *insert list of excuses here*" If you like someone you make it work. End of story.
Ugh,.
I feel better, but still enraged. Doing homework then bed. 'Night.
My problem? If you like me, act like it. If you don't, don't lead me on and say you do, because there are so many guys out there who would love to be with me.. and lots of them are great too. I don't want to stay hung over you just because things "might" change. You're leaving for the summer, so that crosses out summer for dating, and school is an issue so that crosses out school time for dating. So in other words you're telling me, never gonna happen but instead of saying it, you say "I like you but.. *insert list of excuses here*" If you like someone you make it work. End of story.
Ugh,.
I feel better, but still enraged. Doing homework then bed. 'Night.
It's acceptable to be larger than a size 0
Here's my extremely thorough opinion on what people call chubby, and overweight, and how society portrays it.
Hi, I'm Sam. And I have a serious opinion on the topic of weight.. I'm going to start off by showing this picture;
Two things.
1. This picture does not make sense to me because the girl in the picture is already skinny as a twig, therefore making this "wish" already true.
2. Why does everyone strive to be so skinny?
I mean, yes I understand... I'm not particularly happy with my body type. But do you want to know why? It's because society has told us, "You need to be skinny to be pretty". Don't believe me? Go to Google and type in "Teenage Model Body Shots" and click images. Every single model is skinny to the point of ribs showing, or just plain out a twig. I think that's wrong. It is perfectly fine to be a size above 0. Society is bitchy, and if you let that bitch tell you what to do, how to dress, and how to feel, you'll never get anywhere in life. I'm 124 lbs as of yesterday. I wear medium sized shirts, and I range from a size 1-5.. and you know what? I am average. Not skinny, not fat.. I'm starting to become okay with it. I don't like the term fat anyways. It's a stupid term.
This picture displays my opinion right on the spot. Just because you're 180lbs or 85lbs, doesn't mean you're not beautiful. Your body weight doesn't determine the beauty of you, your personality does. I know that sounds really cheesy, but when it comes to a guy, if they have an amazing personality but they're chubby, odds are I won't give a crap. If a guy has a smoking body, but has the personality of a douche... I'm definitely not going to like him. Weight does not matter. I am going to say it until people realize. It doesn't matter. And if a guy/girl cares about your weight over who you are, then they are not even worth giving them the time of day.. The only time you should ever be worried about weight is when its affecting your health negatively. If you're obese and in risk of diabetes or something, then yes, losing weight would be a good idea. But these girls who starve themselves, binge eat, have bulimia, and anorexia.. Darling, it's not healthy. Just because you want to look like
Doesn't mean you need to stoop to levels of self infliction, and by self infliction I mean eating disorders. It's perfectly fine to have a cheese burger every now and then. It's fine to be over a size 0. It's okay to weigh more than 100lbs. It's fine if you don't fit into an XS or S shirt at a clothing store. It's okay to drink whole milk instead of Low fat.. Most importantly though, what's not okay? It's NOT okay to change yourself for anybody. Be yourself, and love yourself because were all human beings. We all bleed the same blood, and we all breathe the same air. We all have feelings, and thoughts, and ideas, and we all have brains, and if we put our brains together, maybe one day we'll see that.. Maybe one day we'll finally realize that all these things society tells us is right, is actually wrong.
Hi, I'm Sam. And I have a serious opinion on the topic of weight.. I'm going to start off by showing this picture;
Two things.
1. This picture does not make sense to me because the girl in the picture is already skinny as a twig, therefore making this "wish" already true.
2. Why does everyone strive to be so skinny?
I mean, yes I understand... I'm not particularly happy with my body type. But do you want to know why? It's because society has told us, "You need to be skinny to be pretty". Don't believe me? Go to Google and type in "Teenage Model Body Shots" and click images. Every single model is skinny to the point of ribs showing, or just plain out a twig. I think that's wrong. It is perfectly fine to be a size above 0. Society is bitchy, and if you let that bitch tell you what to do, how to dress, and how to feel, you'll never get anywhere in life. I'm 124 lbs as of yesterday. I wear medium sized shirts, and I range from a size 1-5.. and you know what? I am average. Not skinny, not fat.. I'm starting to become okay with it. I don't like the term fat anyways. It's a stupid term.
This picture displays my opinion right on the spot. Just because you're 180lbs or 85lbs, doesn't mean you're not beautiful. Your body weight doesn't determine the beauty of you, your personality does. I know that sounds really cheesy, but when it comes to a guy, if they have an amazing personality but they're chubby, odds are I won't give a crap. If a guy has a smoking body, but has the personality of a douche... I'm definitely not going to like him. Weight does not matter. I am going to say it until people realize. It doesn't matter. And if a guy/girl cares about your weight over who you are, then they are not even worth giving them the time of day.. The only time you should ever be worried about weight is when its affecting your health negatively. If you're obese and in risk of diabetes or something, then yes, losing weight would be a good idea. But these girls who starve themselves, binge eat, have bulimia, and anorexia.. Darling, it's not healthy. Just because you want to look like
Doesn't mean you need to stoop to levels of self infliction, and by self infliction I mean eating disorders. It's perfectly fine to have a cheese burger every now and then. It's fine to be over a size 0. It's okay to weigh more than 100lbs. It's fine if you don't fit into an XS or S shirt at a clothing store. It's okay to drink whole milk instead of Low fat.. Most importantly though, what's not okay? It's NOT okay to change yourself for anybody. Be yourself, and love yourself because were all human beings. We all bleed the same blood, and we all breathe the same air. We all have feelings, and thoughts, and ideas, and we all have brains, and if we put our brains together, maybe one day we'll see that.. Maybe one day we'll finally realize that all these things society tells us is right, is actually wrong.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Stop Being Cute. Oh my god.
Okay so I'm trying to get over you right? Well you being cute as hell doesn't help. And your funny jokes don't help. And your intelligence doesn't help. And you.. you don't help. Sometimes I wish you were a complete douchebag so I can get over you easier. Why cant you be like.. a jerk? But you're like such a nice guy. Which doesn't help either. So just.. UGH. This is a short blog but whatever. Nobody is gonna read it anyway.
Stop being cute OKAY? -__-
Stop being cute OKAY? -__-
Monday, November 12, 2012
Pointless Blogging, Love it ;D
"Some guys just don't realize how much one little thing can hurt a girl." ~HpLyrikz.Tumblr.com
Well hello people reading this. Haven't blogged in a few days. Here's some updates. One, I completely crashed on a scooter down a steep hill at my cousins. I got this baby from it ......
Eep. It got worse and bruised and stuff. Even got some marks on my elbow, knee, and hand but they're not as bad.
Another update; I procrastinated homework , wait no. Scratch that. I am currently procrastinating homework at 11:40pm because I'm talking to friends online and I don't feel like reading for an hour and a half a play about Thoreau and how he went to jail for a night.
Another update; Im extremely happy. Personal reasons I won't post, but let's just say a special someone put a smile on my face tonight.
Another update; Damn these updates are so pointless, I don't know why anyone would read up until this point.. but anyway.. I has a headache, but I don't care because of the update above this one ^^^ :D
Another update; Im extremely happy. Personal reasons I won't post, but let's just say a special someone put a smile on my face tonight.
Another update; Damn these updates are so pointless, I don't know why anyone would read up until this point.. but anyway.. I has a headache, but I don't care because of the update above this one ^^^ :D
Last update; I need to go to the bathroom. So bye guys:)
Friday, November 9, 2012
Short Story Kinda Thing, Yah Dig? :)
Heeyyy. So I got a sudden burst of inspiration to write about a romantic scene that has never happened to me in this life time, but I've read so many books, damn I feel like I have lived through it. Hehe, well anyway, here it is..
It was cold outside, freezing in fact, and we were just sitting on the park bench across the street from me.. oh all the memories we had there. We've been friends for years and spent so many unplanned weekends there. I felt as if another memory would arise that day. One I will never forget. After a long day of snow ball fights with our friends we ditched them for a few to catch our breath, which was visible at the moment. He sat there, as I occasionally glanced at the air he were breathing, hoping he couldn't read minds.. What was going on in mine was flustering. It's been months, and he still hadn't guessed it..
His right leg was touching my left leg, and the area we interfaced was just about the warmest part on my body at that time. Silence was shared between us but it felt like we both had wanted to say something, anything at that moment. I side glanced him, and he was wearing his blue sweatshirt, the one he told me was his favorite. The one with the zipper that went halfway down, and the white strings that had one string seemingly always longer than the other, equipped with his dark faded skinny jeans I had gotten him last Christmas. The look on his face when I bought them was unforgettable. He didn't say anything at first, just smiled because they were those really expensive ones his mother didn't care to buy for considering the price. But I saved up my allowance for a few weeks and managed to get one of the last pairs online. He was also wearing his black and blue Nikes that had snow on the edges, not to mention the dirt that had accumulated over some time of wearing them.
I'm not sure if he had read my thoughts or not because he more than slightly whispered, "I know, I know, they're crap.." he chuckled.
"What? No they're not!" I smiled saying this because I could see that radiant smile of his gleaming at me.
"Excuses excuses. I saw you staring at them. And I sure as hell know you don't want them." After he said that, I immediately looked away, feeling embarrassed, and looked out into the open field.
"Even if I did want them, it's not like I can fit into your ginormous feet anyway." I said sarcastically.
He laughed, and so did I, and the silence returned. At this point all I could think of was that smile of his he effortlessly and modestly flaunted. His teeth so straight naturally, and white as the winter snow on the ground beneath our numb feet. On the contrary from my yellow brace-faced mouth which I caught him glancing at, at which point he turned away.
Desperate to break tensions, still staring out into the open field, I nonchalantly said, "So uh, how about that snowball fight?"
"It was pretty good, Eric throws like a girl though. I swear, Kim had a stronger arm than him."
"Did you see Tara and Jon behind their snowfort?"
"How could you not? Their making out practically shouted, 'Hey guys, look at us, were oh so very satisfied with each others tongues down each other's throat.' "
I couldn't help but laugh because it was true. "Oh gosh.."
I broke off into a silence because I finally managed to look back over at him, and he was looking right at me. But this time he didn't look away, and neither did I. I lost my train of thought once his hazel-green eyes had come into my focus, and from there I felt this weird butterfly feeling in my stomach. They didn't feel like butterflies though. Butterflies are light and airy, they flutter so gracefully. At this moment I felt utterly starstruck and my heart was pounding in a way my mind could not fully grasp. He slightly grinned leaving me no choice but to return the motion.
"Sam.." he softly whispered.
"Yeah?" I barely spatted back, my throat felt clogged. Whenever his voice whispered my body reacted to it with justice to it. He could seduce just about the crankiest girls on their periods with that kind of voice. It drove me wild.
"I have something to tell you, but I'm not sure how to say it.."
"Oh come on, we've been best friends for years, you know you could tell me anything." I flashed a smile.
He unhurriedly raised his hands to my face. His bare hands, feeling more frozen than my toes, gently caressed my rosy cheeks. I looked down for a minute, this point in time was just too intense for my handling. At the same time I just wanted to get lost in his eyes again, so my eyes arise to his and before a girl could even blink he leaned in. His soft, slightly chapped lips briskly met with mine and I melted. I seriously melted. His one hand on my face, the other on my side, he pulled me closer and even though we had body pressed against body, I still didn't feel close enough. Our lips were perfectly in sync moving up and down with each other like the ocean tide. So unpredictable.. His warm breath intertwined with mine and in that moment I couldn't have been happier. We both started smiling in the middle of the kiss and he pulled away.
"So this means..."
No need for him to continue to speak. I nodded my head yes, lustrously and leaned right back in. If I'm not mistaken I think he said something, but I couldn't pull away, he had me at this point where his irresistable lips were the only things I could think of. After the minutes and minutes of kissing we backed apart for a second, leaving me to say the one thing on my mind for months and months.
"I love you."
Without hesitation he said back in the most affectionate way possible, "I love you too."
There may not be such things as happy endings, but there are such things are perfect moments, and in life, you need to take advantage of every one you get, and never let any slip by, because the kind of high you get in those moments are no comparison to the high you get on drugs. They're naturally one of the most beautiful things on Earth, and there's not a minute, second, or moment on this Earth I've lived that has ever compared to the one that day. And I highly doubt there will ever be one.
It was cold outside, freezing in fact, and we were just sitting on the park bench across the street from me.. oh all the memories we had there. We've been friends for years and spent so many unplanned weekends there. I felt as if another memory would arise that day. One I will never forget. After a long day of snow ball fights with our friends we ditched them for a few to catch our breath, which was visible at the moment. He sat there, as I occasionally glanced at the air he were breathing, hoping he couldn't read minds.. What was going on in mine was flustering. It's been months, and he still hadn't guessed it..
His right leg was touching my left leg, and the area we interfaced was just about the warmest part on my body at that time. Silence was shared between us but it felt like we both had wanted to say something, anything at that moment. I side glanced him, and he was wearing his blue sweatshirt, the one he told me was his favorite. The one with the zipper that went halfway down, and the white strings that had one string seemingly always longer than the other, equipped with his dark faded skinny jeans I had gotten him last Christmas. The look on his face when I bought them was unforgettable. He didn't say anything at first, just smiled because they were those really expensive ones his mother didn't care to buy for considering the price. But I saved up my allowance for a few weeks and managed to get one of the last pairs online. He was also wearing his black and blue Nikes that had snow on the edges, not to mention the dirt that had accumulated over some time of wearing them.
I'm not sure if he had read my thoughts or not because he more than slightly whispered, "I know, I know, they're crap.." he chuckled.
"What? No they're not!" I smiled saying this because I could see that radiant smile of his gleaming at me.
"Excuses excuses. I saw you staring at them. And I sure as hell know you don't want them." After he said that, I immediately looked away, feeling embarrassed, and looked out into the open field.
"Even if I did want them, it's not like I can fit into your ginormous feet anyway." I said sarcastically.
He laughed, and so did I, and the silence returned. At this point all I could think of was that smile of his he effortlessly and modestly flaunted. His teeth so straight naturally, and white as the winter snow on the ground beneath our numb feet. On the contrary from my yellow brace-faced mouth which I caught him glancing at, at which point he turned away.
Desperate to break tensions, still staring out into the open field, I nonchalantly said, "So uh, how about that snowball fight?"
"It was pretty good, Eric throws like a girl though. I swear, Kim had a stronger arm than him."
"Did you see Tara and Jon behind their snowfort?"
"How could you not? Their making out practically shouted, 'Hey guys, look at us, were oh so very satisfied with each others tongues down each other's throat.' "
I couldn't help but laugh because it was true. "Oh gosh.."
I broke off into a silence because I finally managed to look back over at him, and he was looking right at me. But this time he didn't look away, and neither did I. I lost my train of thought once his hazel-green eyes had come into my focus, and from there I felt this weird butterfly feeling in my stomach. They didn't feel like butterflies though. Butterflies are light and airy, they flutter so gracefully. At this moment I felt utterly starstruck and my heart was pounding in a way my mind could not fully grasp. He slightly grinned leaving me no choice but to return the motion.
"Sam.." he softly whispered.
"Yeah?" I barely spatted back, my throat felt clogged. Whenever his voice whispered my body reacted to it with justice to it. He could seduce just about the crankiest girls on their periods with that kind of voice. It drove me wild.
"I have something to tell you, but I'm not sure how to say it.."
"Oh come on, we've been best friends for years, you know you could tell me anything." I flashed a smile.
He unhurriedly raised his hands to my face. His bare hands, feeling more frozen than my toes, gently caressed my rosy cheeks. I looked down for a minute, this point in time was just too intense for my handling. At the same time I just wanted to get lost in his eyes again, so my eyes arise to his and before a girl could even blink he leaned in. His soft, slightly chapped lips briskly met with mine and I melted. I seriously melted. His one hand on my face, the other on my side, he pulled me closer and even though we had body pressed against body, I still didn't feel close enough. Our lips were perfectly in sync moving up and down with each other like the ocean tide. So unpredictable.. His warm breath intertwined with mine and in that moment I couldn't have been happier. We both started smiling in the middle of the kiss and he pulled away.
"So this means..."
No need for him to continue to speak. I nodded my head yes, lustrously and leaned right back in. If I'm not mistaken I think he said something, but I couldn't pull away, he had me at this point where his irresistable lips were the only things I could think of. After the minutes and minutes of kissing we backed apart for a second, leaving me to say the one thing on my mind for months and months.
"I love you."
Without hesitation he said back in the most affectionate way possible, "I love you too."
There may not be such things as happy endings, but there are such things are perfect moments, and in life, you need to take advantage of every one you get, and never let any slip by, because the kind of high you get in those moments are no comparison to the high you get on drugs. They're naturally one of the most beautiful things on Earth, and there's not a minute, second, or moment on this Earth I've lived that has ever compared to the one that day. And I highly doubt there will ever be one.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Had A Good Day (:
"That moment when you turn to look at your crush and you notice he's already looking at you." ~Unknown
3:29 here, and I really should be doing my homework, but instead I'm blogging and talking on the phone with my best friend Kayla... Well today I had a good day, not going to lie. I was having a really crappy day yesterday, but I made some muffins 1st period, talked to this guy I like today a lot, skipped half of 8th period without getting in trouble, and even took a nap 9th period. Overall it was good. Another good thing about my day, is that I looked at "him" and felt okay. Typically whenever I look at him, I always get this wretched feeling inside my stomach and chest that hurts, and it makes me upset, because I know we can't date.. but today? It wasn't entirely there. Maybe it was because I stop expecting so much.. Maybe it was because I told myself to just stop trying so hard. Whatever the reason, it felt nice to feel relaxed and not be hurt. But in all honesty, I still get so weak when he looks at me.. that's something I'll never particularly say, but always feel.
Well, my mind isn't too cluttered with feelings and thoughts now. I'm overall happy and content. Maybe later I'll blog some more on this post. For now, I'm going to make some vocabulary index card, and then I'm gonna go play out in the snow with Brianna because she just called. Woohoo :D
Edit; So I'm back online blogging, just because I can't exactly shake these feelings I woke up with. I fell asleep at 8:00 ishh and now I woke up and it's 12:28. This certain person came up in my newsfeed a lot.. and it's really hard to pull myself back from talking to this person so much, because I get very clingy and all I want is really to talk. Like everytime we talk, I get really happy, nobody even understands. Walking in the halls, covering my mouth , and holding my stomach from laughter. And oddly, this song from Hannah Montana is reminding me of how I feel..
"I'll be acting through my tears, guess you'll never know that I should win an Oscar for this scene I'm in. If we were a movie, you'd be the right guy, and I'd be the best friend that you'd fall in love with at the end.."
Those lyrics just sum it up pretty well. I was gonna make that my Facebook status, but I don't want him seeing it and feeling bad. He feels bad so easily.. it's cute, but it makes me feel like a jerk so I tend to avoid doing it.
Day 2 of holding back to avoid clingyness. Day.. like I don't even know.. 14? Of trying to get over it. I don't exactly want to like him.. I mean yeah, he's amazing and awesome and all, but when you like someone and it doesn't go anywhere, it just kind of hurts to see them and talk to the,
On a positive note, I wrote a new song ! :) Lyrics are down, now I just need a beat and some notes.
Uhh I'll probably post it on youtube or something when I'm done with it completely.
So yeah.
My mind is kind of jumbled, and I didn't even start my homework because I've been clustered with this stuff on my mind, so I should probably get started. I'm really upset, I don't know if I can even think.
School in a few hours.. Been up all night
"She was a girl who knew how to be happy, even when she was sad. that's important." ~Marilyn Monroe
So here I am. At the moment it's approximately 3:43am, and I typically wake up at 6:20-ish, leaving me with no more than 3 hours of sleep. Not even worth it. I've been up all night looking at pictures of this Facebook group that always posts relate-able sayings and stuff. That's one of them up there ^^ I'll tend to put a quote / picture before every blog I do.. Anyway, I'm not the most exciting of writers. I'll write how I feel, and I'll write a lot sometimes. I need a place to vent, and I don't care that people are reading it to be honest, I want people to read it. I just need somewhere to talk where I can let go without interruptions of friend's opinions, or rude comments from family. So here we go.. My name is Sam. I'm fourteen years old and 10 months just about. I was born on Christmas Eve, in 1997. I have two sisters, Megan being the oldest at 26 and Brianna being the middle at 21. My parents are together, although I wouldn't say happily, and I'm an aunt of soon to be two. My sister Megan is married to a man named Colin and they have a beautiful baby girl named Keira. She has the bluest eyes. Another child is on the way. Her name is going to be Maggie. I'm going to be her godmother. :)
That's just a little about my home life. Nothing seems too wrong.. I guess from an outside point of view. My family isn't too much of a stress factor, although they seem to contribute at the most inconvenient times. The real stress isn't my friends either. Overall I have a pretty good social standing. I have a few really amazing friends, and the rest are mostly just friends I talk to occasionally in school or see on the weekends every now and then. What the real problem in my life is? Boys. Oh boys. XY chromosome'd species. They think girls are confusing? I don't know if I could be anymore obvious to them. I'm the type of girl that if I feel a certain way, such as liking someone.. even if I don't tell them directly, I make it pretty obvious. Always smiling, starting a conversation a lot, hugging, etc. To be quite honest, I'm so used to guys chasing after me though. Not in the sense that every guy I meet loves me, that it certainly not the case.. I mean that, if by chance a guy has interest in me, he tries really hard to get me. On the down side, they typically want one thing only...
"I like you, you like me.. let's date." ~Sam Lobasso
I feel like that can never ever EVER be the case. Its as if were all witches and we have our cauldrons of confusion. At first it's a simple water mixture. But then, we have to add the spices, or as I call them, complications. You add a dash of awkwardness, a sprinkle of the past, and .. Ooops! The bottle of "Other people's opinions" broke open and spilled all in the mixture.. perfect..One of my greatest questions, is, and will always be, why can't life be simple? I mean, I've been tearing up all night looking at stupid Tumblr/Facebook relationship quotes wishing so much that the guy I like would one day be mine.. wanna know why were not together? Complications. School stuff, home stuff, etc. Not going into too much detail considering it's his personal reasoning, but it seriously drives me nuts. I understand the best I can, but I'm only a girl. I can only truly understand what I've been through. I've never been through the things that go on in a guys mind.. So what am I supposed to do? Tell him, look you're really effing confusing me, and I don't get why it has to be this way.. That just adds drama to the mixture, and that'll be a hella bad. So I just kind of shut up, nod my head and say, "Okay." My opinion would be irrelevant anyway.
It's 4:12am as I finish this post.. my dad is awake and getting ready for work, so I suppose this is when I sign off. Goodnight blog, sweet dreams to all you people who can actually fall asleep. I'll be staying up until he leaves, then hopping in the shower.. not like you needed to know that, but you know. Whatever is whatever. Bye guys. :)
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