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I am not really good with Hi and Bye friends. I only want real friends. Therefore my real friends can only let me do a twist. Adding my boyfriend would be an OK sign. If you get what i mean.

I will talk about me and me and funny things around me and things i like, things that i want real friends to know. Things that i hope will lead to me finding real friends.

My boyfriend is the cutest ever cause we have Spots and Brownie. Wonder who is that? They are a bunch of fantastic people/cows.

Looking for something specific?

 

feelings.

Playing wii for the two hours, complete the whole four levels, 4 X 5 songs, 20 songs of shaking my hands, not including those that i repeat. I am sick of waiting.

You have fun over a live band that you said you were not going to.

You told me you are broke and want to just have dinner, i didn’t believe you but end up trusting you because i want to believe in you. You said you were just going to discuss work over a live band, how naive do you think i am. How much do i hate you going out to those places without me, i don’t think you will ever understand. How much do i tresure you, i hope you would even notice. Yet, i am just someone who is doing too much at her own expense thinking that you would bother to text me so i would be awake to talk to you. I just simply thought you would miss me.

FUCK. It’s just me hoping that you would reach home early to call me.

Again i feel the familiar nudging shit feeling of jealously with a huge dose of loneliness. Cherishing me is too much for a person like you to do for me? You may object about my views but i feel this way.

I love the way you give me cookies to surprise me, the way you join me for dinner and accompany me, but i cannot understand why you can just ignore me.

I am sitting on my floor typing this shit. I couldn’t make out words for now, i hope it would stop but even more i hope you wish you would call. I can’t stand this feeling please make it stop.

2009.08.29  2:37am  

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