Get me a life while you're up.
I read his new blog entry. It is now official that he will never like me again, because she's there. He loves her, not me. So why do I keep trying? Why do I constantly sit here and take this beating. Besides, I thought I was over him.....? *buzzer sounds* WROOONG! I don't even know why I tend to like him. Is it because I actually thought I had a chance with him? Well, that obviously can't be now because I have NO chance with him. I mean, it's just a tad hard having a best friend that is loved and adored by the guy of your thoughts and wonders. But I guess whichever way the wind blows, you have to go with it. woo hoo
I hate beating myself up about this. I hate it. I hate the fact that whenever I hear something lovely he comes to mind, and I think about us spending that time together. But hey, none of that comes into play when his mind is set on cruise control for that one girl. I LOVE being the wrong end of the stick. I LOVE just being the best friend. I LOVE being asked everyday where she is, even though she's just been gone a day. I LOVE it. Man oh man, that is the life.
Well, this is just a tad stupid considering I'm just complaining about my dumb life. I mean, nothing just Tragic is happening, and I should be quite thankful. And I am, I'm just getting caught up in the things that just don't matter. That's all my life it is. My life just doesn't' matter. Which, you know, is always good.
I drove my grandparents motor home about two feet today. I about threw everyone across the dash when I stopped, but I was just wonderful.
*I want to be beautiful for you.*
I need to get a life. This whole thing is downright pathetic. Sarah, I do it for you.
*It's September 11th. God Bless Everyone*
I hate beating myself up about this. I hate it. I hate the fact that whenever I hear something lovely he comes to mind, and I think about us spending that time together. But hey, none of that comes into play when his mind is set on cruise control for that one girl. I LOVE being the wrong end of the stick. I LOVE just being the best friend. I LOVE being asked everyday where she is, even though she's just been gone a day. I LOVE it. Man oh man, that is the life.
Well, this is just a tad stupid considering I'm just complaining about my dumb life. I mean, nothing just Tragic is happening, and I should be quite thankful. And I am, I'm just getting caught up in the things that just don't matter. That's all my life it is. My life just doesn't' matter. Which, you know, is always good.
I drove my grandparents motor home about two feet today. I about threw everyone across the dash when I stopped, but I was just wonderful.
*I want to be beautiful for you.*
I need to get a life. This whole thing is downright pathetic. Sarah, I do it for you.
*It's September 11th. God Bless Everyone*
posted by Breezeface at 6:15 PM
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-Sarah
you are a beauiful writer, you have an incredible talent. i am sorry about visiting your blog, but i was just naturally curious. i am sorry, and who ever this boy is.. go get him. love is one thing you'll never regret. ---your floral design buddy.
Beautiful may not be the word, but I say what I think. Don't be sorry you read it. I post it to the world so I ask for people to read it. I'm just glad you did. Going after this boy is easier said than done. Again, thanks a lot for taking the time to read this. That actually means a lot to me.
-Your floral design buddy.-
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