|
[20 Jun 2005|11:54am] |
Part of a private post I made 2 days before Jeff asked me out:
I wanna be close to him all the time. I wanna run my fingers through his hair. I wanna feel him touching mine. I wanna hold his hand. I wanna cuddle up together. I wanna be able to mention that I'm constantly thinking about him. I wanna know if what I'm feeling could last....
Life is crazy.
And fun.
|
|
| Bakes the Goods |
[02 Mar 2005|04:24pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
"baked" should be an option. |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Copeland |
] |
I want to bake. For you. Meaning YOU. Everybody. Tell me your baked good of choice. Seriously. I'll totally bake for you.
I make good rice krispies treats and cookies and rolo brownies and... whatever else.
I shall bake in order of comments. So comment. Now.
|
|
|
[27 Feb 2005|02:32am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
discontent |
] |
My mind is racing. I'm doing a lot of rambling. My fingers can't seem to move fast enough.
|
|
|
[22 Feb 2005|09:43pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
discontent |
] |
What's everyone's schedule look like for Monday? I'm thinking movie and Chuck E. Cheese. And I'm thinking my parents just offered to pay for both.
|
|
|
[13 Feb 2005|10:04pm] |
|
I'm not getting better. It hurt so bad that he moved on so fast, and the feeling hasn't gone away at all. I feel like I'm not gonna be happy again if he stays with her. I don't know how to get better. I feel so replaceable.
|
|
|
[12 Feb 2005|01:24am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
rejected |
] |
This hurts like hell.
|
|
|
[05 Feb 2005|01:32am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
discontent |
] |
When I think about my future, and I think about how uncertain it's become, I really wish I could stop thinking.
People at school have been pointing out that I don't smile anymore.
I really can't continue being miserable 4 or 5 days a week.
|
|
|
[28 Jul 2004|12:01pm] |
Oh, and Math is best and worst because it's my favorite and my hardest.
|
|