I've seen your face a thousand times
Have all your stories memorized
Kissed your lips a million ways
But I'd still like to have you around

And you're the one I want
And it's not just a phase
And you're the one I trust
Our love is the real thing
Don't go away, my love.
I'm happiest when we spend time ...

Thanks, Gwen Stefani. Now I'm depressed.
It's quite pathetic if I choose to use my insight.
But fuck it: I'm not about to self-analyze.
I'm SAD.
I WANT TO SUFFER.
I have my 'sad music' iTunes playlist open and ready.
I'd like to cry and watch my tears fall and feel the way I do now.
Beauty broods from pain.

I'm tired of 'falling' for the "wrong" people.
So I choose not to fall anymore.
=)
That picture blog's still coming!

losing my mind.

For all purposes, his name is Jorge.
Don't ask why: since I don't exactly have a reason, lmao.

Let me just say that I've seriously liked Jorge pretty much since we first started speaking to each other[which was in ... November?] He's just so ... easy to talk to. Even if he isn't listening, he'll look like it. I've told so many people that I didn't like him, or that I don't want to. The latter is true. I don't want to like him. It's too consuming. I get tired of questioning if someone likes me or not, when I genuinely believe they don't. It's just so HARD to get people to tell you the truth these days, though.

Jorge, Jorge, Jorge.

Plus, even if Jorge DID like me, that'd be ... it.
We wouldn't get into a relationship with each other.
Why?
Because of who he's friends with, and who I'm friends with.
Since I like ALL people, and his friends like ... the 'popular' kids, there's a problem.
I accept all people [except for those named Jessica Crenshaw :D].
His friends don't, though. His friends only accept those similar to them.
And there's no point in me being in a relationship with someone who's friends are just gonna fry thee fuck out of me all the time. I can take jokes, but when you're serious ... bitch, please.

I said I'd let things play out.
I said that in January.
Now it's fucking May and NOTHING HAS PLAYED OUT.
MAKE A MOVE OR SAY SOMETHING, DICKHEAD.
:D

.... Then there's .... ah, fuck it, his name's Rodney.
Cool as SHIT.
Didn't have to force myself to like him.
Didn't have to stop being a weird ass in front of him.
He wants to fuck. [sorry, blunt.]
And as bad as it is, so do I.
I reallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy do.
But, I'm not going to.
Not until I'm sure that we'll still be friends afterwards.
I'm not about to lose a friend over buttsex.

Lmao, since I'm rambling, let's talk about KYLIE.
KYLIE FUCKING BUKKIT.




I'll say nothing else about him.
=)

But anyway, today wasn't memorable for shit, aside from Jorge acting strangely towards me.
Fck you, nigger. I can act strangely too!

WATCH ME, DAWG.

Lmao, g'bye.