I dont know what i saw in him. Maybe it was just the hair. But yeah. the whole reason hes not talking to me is because he thinks im annoying. saying i left him pages of myspace comments which is not true. i nevr leave him comments hardly and when i did recently i was trying to talk to him bc hes been ignoring me. and its not my fault if it shows that i leave alot of comments bc no one else coments him. maybe they all caught on by now. aabout what a complete jerk he is. i dont care if ill never be his hermoine. or if he'll never be my billius.
I DONT CARE.
maybe a little.
i wish that a lot of things were differnt right now.
i wish that megan lived in FL so i wouldnt only see her once a year maybe.
i wish that school would end so i dont have to deal with school drama crap that is sprouting up
i wish i could write fiction so my story would actually be good
i wish that I was J's girlfriend again or that hed show up on my doorstep and we'd fall in love. because heres my theory. I still have this prolonging hope for J and I to be together again that i dont want to be in a relationship in case he comes back into my life. I know thats so immature to think about and hope for and all but i havent wanted to BE with any guy more than him EVER.
i wish that things made sense
i wish that i could Rp with megan bc its an escape
i wish that ariel would stop hurting herself.
I wish i wish i wish i wish i wish i wish
but it'll nevr happen. They're all just wishes. ever noticed how birthday wishes dont come true or that throwing a penny into a fountai wishes dont come true? its because they arent concrete. Just out there kind of hopes that we yearn for and crap like that. usually i try and be all optimistic and stuff but i dont see the point anymore.
BTW.
i think that its stupid for the administration to put students in the gym for a tornado drill b/c so many things ((that are heavy and electrical)) can fall in those high speed winds plus the walls are exterior. they cant withstand the force of a tornado.
the administration is STUPIDO