• From that last post i'd say most would agree. What is it that compels me to find songs with my own name in it? Why is it that most of the songs with my name in it, make me sound cold? Why is it that the songs with my name in it feel very much in comparison with who i am? If this is of any interest to you, then some Chelsea lyrics to look up: Mest Stefy The Fratellis Aww today was awfully boring. Sunday, the sabbath. Actually, Saturday was the origanal sabbath, but i'm no Jesuit.. Lets see, got sort of grounded last night for getting home too late, that means my most honored form of communication is gone, i.e. my cellphone. Tomorrow is registration for my senior year. I feel so alone with this. I am scared shitless. I'm still a child i'm still a kid, and i feel so alone and scared at heart. Shittttt, how can [I] be growing up? This is too overwhelming. Ok, quickly now, next subject. Chris went to X country camp today, so for the next 6 days there will be zero communication between the two of us, but, in the next 7 days i'll actually be able to see the dear boy. It's been a month.. a month that spent craving for his touch, a month that taught me how to miss someone. This could work? Well, based on my feeling so of this next visit i will decide if i want to continue to pursue this. Ohhhhh the dysfunctionality that comes with a long distance relationship. I always said i'd never ever endure a long distance relationship, and well, God is really making me eat my words on that one. Because now, i'm not just in this relationship but i'm in love. Shit. Love. Love. Love. Love. Shit. Oh how i enjoy talking about the subject of lovvvveee. I really am nieve, young, vulnerable. But i'd say i do farely good job at hiding all that...to an extent. Somtimes i feel i'm a little aggressive with him..hah whatta dike. He is a little sensitive though, but i am too. And that just shows he cares. Sometimes i forget what he looks like, and then other times i can't get the image of his face out of mind. Well it's extremly hot here today. My back is literally sticking to this leather chair. For anyone who has read: Portrait of an Artist of a Young Man. I commend you. I can't do it. I can't relate to this tragic elizabethan type writing, this boy seems like a pussy, and this book is going to cause me to fail AP english.

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