Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Ahh! Boys Make Girls Do Weird Things...


Like stay up all night thinking about what they did wrong.
Hoping to apologize and make everything better.

Like hoping that the hours pass by faster.
So she can see a boy she fancies sooner.

Like loving unconditionally and hating every second of it.
Knowing he doesn't want it anymore. :[

Like writing a message to him in the wee hours of the morning.
Giving him something to smile at as he awakens.

Boys, like you, make girls, like me, miserably happy, and happily miserable.
Girls, like me, wish boys, like you, knew how much you meant to them, even though they couldn't ever know.

I've been craving to kiss you for a couple days now.
Get here as soon as you can. I want to fulfill my craving. <3
You have the most gorgeous smile.
I can't help but smile, when see it.

...Why am I crying writing this?

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

I have a crush on a boy.
He's not Joe.
Does that mean I don't like Joe?
NOT AT ALL.
Fucking bastard has my entire heart.
Always will.

I love school.
But thank GOD, I'm almost out of here.
Four classes a day, and I'm STILL unable to focus.





I should have stayed a virgin. I should have stayed pristine, and I should be a goody-two-shoes.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

In Hate Versus Love. I Choose "Versus."


I hate him for making my life miserable.
I love him more than anything.
I hate him for breaking my heart.
I love him for patching it back up again.
I hate him for wanting to be near her.
I love him for hurting her.
I hate him for putting me second to everything in his life.
I love how he is happier with me than anywhere else.
I hate how I love him unconditionally.



He took that for me. We were taking pictures and he got really excited and said he'd go take me a good picture of him. he was complaining that he didn't like the pictures I was taking of him. After a few minutes, he came back into the room, and handed me the camera with a big smile on his face. I as I gazed upon the picture he had taken for me, I began to blush, smile, and get a little happier than I had been in a long time.
Why is it that he makes me so fucking miserable when were away from eachother. But the second we're together we're the happiest people on the face of this planet. It's like we need eachother to survive.

I will never date him again. Ever.
Maybe that's just the hate talking.