Friday, April 30, 2004
*sweet baby dont cry.. yr tears are only alibis. to prove you still feel, you only feel sorry for yrself*
cursive
i got my new tattoo. it is pretty, we are in love. ok, no. its hurting me bad. i forgot how difficult it would be to have something huge heal on my back. the ointment keeps getting stuck to my pretty new cursive shirt. i will take a picture of it when it heals, and i will post it on myspace. yay.
im really upset that i didnt hear from el enigma.. i dont know why i was hoping that he would not go to cursive (bc he hadnt decided this afternoon), and would wanna see me. but he ignored my messages. so... i dont know. im done though. it hurts like hell to finally feel how low on his list of priorities i fall... bc if going to see a band he doesnt even like ranks higher than hanging out with me, who he hasnt seen in 3 weeks, then.. well. i see where i stand. so goodbye. i cant keep letting you destroy me, mmmk? you tell me "you rule and i feel like you dont know it" but you constantly do things that make me feel like i am so dispensible to you. so. dispose of me. i will not send you another message, except for tomorrow to ask if yr going to inside. so as i can be prepared to be really sad in advance, if you are. after that, nah. ill just start working a lot, and ill keep myself distracted from you. i kind of want to make plans and then bail out. or hang out with you, and fall asleep, so as you cant hook up. it doesnt matter, yr obviously getting some from somewhere else. this is problematic, bc if you gave me a disease i will kill you. im not kidding. besides, yr all encouraging me to slut around, hook up with cursive, hook up with derek.. well. you know what, someday youll fucking miss me again. if you were compelled to leave a note on my car after FOUR YEARS of not speaking, i know you'll miss me again.
after he told me he was maybe going to see cursive, i was like "i dont think we can be friends anymore. you never have time for me." he was like "are you serious?" i wanted to be like yah, but i was like "no i just miss you is all." but thanks for opening my eyes today.
anyway. bed. fuckin... christ i hope he isnt going tomorrow. inside are for ME, not for him. i dont *care* if he is the one who introduced me to them on "amazing songs for amazing gille." fucker.
cursive
i got my new tattoo. it is pretty, we are in love. ok, no. its hurting me bad. i forgot how difficult it would be to have something huge heal on my back. the ointment keeps getting stuck to my pretty new cursive shirt. i will take a picture of it when it heals, and i will post it on myspace. yay.
im really upset that i didnt hear from el enigma.. i dont know why i was hoping that he would not go to cursive (bc he hadnt decided this afternoon), and would wanna see me. but he ignored my messages. so... i dont know. im done though. it hurts like hell to finally feel how low on his list of priorities i fall... bc if going to see a band he doesnt even like ranks higher than hanging out with me, who he hasnt seen in 3 weeks, then.. well. i see where i stand. so goodbye. i cant keep letting you destroy me, mmmk? you tell me "you rule and i feel like you dont know it" but you constantly do things that make me feel like i am so dispensible to you. so. dispose of me. i will not send you another message, except for tomorrow to ask if yr going to inside. so as i can be prepared to be really sad in advance, if you are. after that, nah. ill just start working a lot, and ill keep myself distracted from you. i kind of want to make plans and then bail out. or hang out with you, and fall asleep, so as you cant hook up. it doesnt matter, yr obviously getting some from somewhere else. this is problematic, bc if you gave me a disease i will kill you. im not kidding. besides, yr all encouraging me to slut around, hook up with cursive, hook up with derek.. well. you know what, someday youll fucking miss me again. if you were compelled to leave a note on my car after FOUR YEARS of not speaking, i know you'll miss me again.
after he told me he was maybe going to see cursive, i was like "i dont think we can be friends anymore. you never have time for me." he was like "are you serious?" i wanted to be like yah, but i was like "no i just miss you is all." but thanks for opening my eyes today.
anyway. bed. fuckin... christ i hope he isnt going tomorrow. inside are for ME, not for him. i dont *care* if he is the one who introduced me to them on "amazing songs for amazing gille." fucker.
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