I still just don't think it's fair.


"Tis better to have loved and lost then not to have loved at all."
-Hamlet.

I hate how many mistakes I can seem to make.

Especially when people aren't willing to let me fix them.

This is going to be the person I'm going to marry.

He has a soft, gentle face.
Nice lips.

Eyes, that will swollow me whole and I'm willing to drown in.

Soft hair past his ears, hopefully brown hair.

Speaks another language.

Kisses me on the forehead, and will spoon with me when I sleep.

Will go camping and take me out on adventures.

Surpise me with things, and not be too predictable.

who is, very smart, and knows what he wants in life.

Hopefully, older then me. By no more then four years.

Someone who would hold my hand tightly, and will trot me around through his friends.

someone who thinks that I'm pretty in the morning, even though my hair is all messed up.

Someone who will take showers with me.

someone who will willingly stay at home and watch movies with me so we can cuddle.

That's all I can think of for now.

I'm starting to suspect that my family is doing drugs.
I'm severely growing weary of these people.

I can honestly say, I'm starting to hate them. Family is suppose to your pride and joy. But my family, I can't say that. Half of them are crazy and angry all the time. The other half is filled with Drug addicts or neets to go to an Alcoholics Anonymous.

I can't wait until I'm seventeen.

oh, and ps.

I wish to find someone who has simular tastes to you.

I want you to be happy, more then anything because you deserve nothing but the best.

I'm not going to lie, but I too, am jealous.

I have no reason to rid you of my life. And, I wish to keep it that way.


So far, I haven't found anyone as compatible as I would like them to be. I always pick out the worst in people of things I don't like. And you, well, didn't have much I didn't like. It's the distance and jealousy that drove me off.

I hope we both do something great in life. And get something out of it. Who knows, maybe we'll meet someday.

I can't listen to Hey there Deliliah anymore.

It just feels weird.

It just matters.

I'm confused.

Maybe things will be better this way.
You never know.

You have no idea how many people tell me you're a fake.

"He isn't real."

I haven't been able to find that out for myself.

Prove to me that you are.

Or maybe I'm just concited and think things you post are about me.

Here, I thought you are just so in love with her.

How come you can't rid yourself of someone who they thought you never really cared in the first place?

Summer is almost ended.

And you have STILL not come.

Heatstroke leads to hospitalization.

Dreams a of a man standing over you, just staring.
Not cool.

Everything is new.
A new begining.
New change.
For those to which keep changing.
For those who which are changing.

And I, I still have love.
Love greater then before.
Always love.
:]
No matter how angry I may be, or the harsh words I may say.
I love you with my everything that surrounds me.
Everything reminds me of you in some way.

It's weird how right it feels when we talk.