Now I may rather be full of myself, but that doesn't matter and I don't really care what you think. I'm a good friend. I'm not the perfect friend. But I sure am one hell of a good friend.
I like hanging out with you. You take the time to look good when we go out. We get the side glances. I'm not sure if it really happened, but if I did, I love you and you can call me. Hopefully we're still going out this week. I love being with you, you just seem to understand everything.
Annie was rather lame tonight. I really could care less about it.
I'm rather lost with my Chem homework. Oh well. Tomorrow morning.
Back to reality. I don't feel like I must justify this, but at the same time part of me does. I support my friends. If they want to bungee jump I will take the video and then do it afterwards. If they want to do some weird sort of photo shoot I'll bring the snacks. If they want me to come see their show I will. One of my friends who deserves the most support in the world has a show coming up. She's had so many problems and still is with accepting herself, when in fact I'm rather jealous of her. So I'm going to see her in one of her lead roles in High School Musical 3. So to put it bluntly fuck you. Now maybe I'm going to really voice what I feel. One step to healthier living.
Also I'm hoping I can get all my homework done in spare this Thursday and go to this Latin dance thing. Try new stuff. Get out there.
Love,
A voice
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