Journal: *twitch* -------------------------------------------Mood: Thinking... *twitches violently* Michaels driving me up a fucking wall, I know he has football, and i know during the school year he's gonna have track, and wrestling. And its all fun when i get to go watch him in action like today, but for him to think he should utterly ignore me any other time... I'm not clingy anymore, but the violence and yelling that threatens to blister out of my hurts, i can feel old scabs opening even though they've no reason to. Its not like he's up to his old antics of playing *What color underwear is devon wearing* i don't think i'd care much anymore if he did that, it would be a better game to play than *lets see how long i can keep our relationship away from mom and dad*. But seriously michael if you ever find a way into my elite skills name its getting fucking annoying is what its getting, i love you. Really i do no matter how wierd things may get i love you, and i miss you, every day i don't see you i miss you. Please help me though
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