Parachute's

This has nothing to do with the band but parachutes. Parachutes are like friends, sometimes they work the way they were intended and other days they aren't put in your backpack right and you think they'll be there for you, but instead you fall thousands of feet onto a cliff, so not only does your body get damaged when you fall onto the rock, your body then falls down the cliff, hitting every jutting out rock along the way.

I'm tired of people telling me what I should be doing or who I should be hanging out with. I'm tired of the jokes. Because eventually they aren't just jokes anymore. And it all adds up and at the end of the day I find myself sitting here replaying them. How I let myself take the blame for things, how I have to lie to other people that I'm okay and that the rest of the world is. Because honestly, it isn't ok.

The other day you had left, but I hadn't even noticed you were back but I could feel it. Does that make sense or just sound creepy... I think that all of this stupid pressure is getting to me.

Cause boy meets boy and boy runs away or girl meets girl and she' afraid to stay.

On a whole other note, that was so funny yesterday when you called me and I bounced around like a total tool pointing at you. I'm honestly the biggest tool shed ever. I'm not sure people notice this. The people reading this probably do.

That makes me very happy Dane. You are awesome!

That basically explains how I feel almost every day. Just out to prove the world wrong.

I was going to make a vlog but honestly when it came down to it I realized no, I don't.

Hahaha I used way to many timing words there that didn't line up. That makes me smile.

Homework tomorrow. Super lame. But good weekend. Next weekend has the potential to be good too.

Onion rings are rad too :P,

Jessica

Ps. Wtf am I doing?