| Mar 28, 2003 "When you were here before, I couldn't look you in the eye. You're just like an angel. Your skin makes me cry. You float like a feather, in a beautiful world. I wish I was special. You're so fucking special" Really bad week. I didn't like it all that much. It was just bad. It got better. I'm in a better mood, but the problem is still there. So many thoughts jumbled up in my head. Good things. Bad things. Stupid things. I just wish it would be done already. I don't see how things can get any better at the moment. Things are gonna change, big time. I don't know what to do, or what I'm going to do, or even if I can do anything at all. Will things work out in a good way? Or will they just get worse? Should I be mad??? How do I react??? What do I say??? On the brighter side, my stereo got stolen from my car Tuesday night. That added to my bad wek. My grandma is still in the hospital. There's another bad thing. Gas prices are really high. I don't got a job. Can't pay for gas. I got my hair cut. Actually it just falls out that way. The stupid lady that cut it, screwed up big time. I had to fix it my self when I got home. I did a good job too. You can't really tell where she screwed up. I think I'm gonna start cutting my own hair from now on. I wanna go some where. With some friends. I just want to get away for a while. Friends are cool. I love my friends. Every one of them have something that's just tottaly uniqe (not sure how to spell that) about them. They're kinda like a group of super heroes. Every one has their own special abillities. I got to really make my friends section alot better. Right now, it's just pictures with captions. I think I should work on that for now, instead of thinking of new things to add to my page. I'm really trying not to think about it. It's still here. Nothing I can do about it. It brings fear. ^That's not a song, or poem, or anything. Just typing my thoughts. Speaking of songs, My song is not comming along as planned. I'm gonna start again. Find another catchy hook. Or whatever you would call it. You forgot about the tennis rackets, Vero!!! Richard Cheese. Look into it. I think I'm gonna go wonder the streets for abit. I like walking in the dark. It's fun cuz it's not something I normaly do. I'll go later. I wanna move out. It's been on my mind for a while. I want to be on my own. I know I'm not ready, but I still want to. By this time next year, if I have a good job, I'll move out. You gave me your number. I don't know if you wanted me to call you that day or something. If I was supposed to, I'm sorry I didn't. You know you got to be abit more specific with me. I don't even know if you read this or not. But if you do, then I'm sorry. I was just in a bad mood. You helped me get in a better mood. Why did you give me your number? We were talking right there. I don't know why I didn't ask you when you gave it to me. I dunno. I'm sorry if I was supposed to call. I said that already. I still have alot to talk about if you're willing to listen again. Call me if you have my number. I think I've givin it to you. Alot of people have my number, if you don't have it. If you don't call, I'll see you at school on monday. I never thanked you for listening. It seriously meant alot to me. Count down to my B-day, 9 days. I want to go see the Foo Fighters with the Transplants in Oakland on the 11th. But I have no one to go with. I'll find something els to do. Save some money. I got another chance to go to Outdoor Ed again. If I don't get a job sometime soon I'll go. I'm all out of orange juice. That sux. |