Why must you smell? Everything smells. EVERYTHING. I feel like that guy from KPAX where he's like everyone smells!!! I have a feeling I am waking up early tomorrow to do more cleaning... Yipee...
My internet hates me. I figured I’d post the photos. What’s the big deal? We’re friends. Friends post photos of when they hang out. So I’m posting them. Except that one. That one can just stay where I burned it. I’m glad there’s no one online right now to comment on these photos that are taking decades to upload. I’ll plead for the geeks to come this week and fix it.
I’m just so confused. I know that friendship happens when you least expect it and that it is something you cannot go out and find that it finds you. Kinda like in that play today. “Love cannot be held. Love can only be given.” That was such a good play, I’m totally taking you to see it. The play honestly made my heart sink. I don’t remember the last time I felt such an honest heart ache.
Also I’m so screwed. I could bleach this whole house and she’d still smell you. Tomorrow I am going to vacuum and light a lot of candles. Haha. It still smells like burned pancakes too. I’m going to be in so much trouble. I can feel it coming on. But I think I asked for this trouble. I’ve never got in trouble before. I’ve never done anything before that made me think, uhoh this is where my parents are going to lay down the law. I think I see the law coming. I saw it coming in December, when I brought up your name and my dad had that look on his face. Then my mother started to get a bit more snoopy and then she brought up ‘meds’ shall we call them, last week. I tried to brush that conversation off as quickly as I could.
I’m sitting on the chair. Looking at the floor. A million dollars... Hm... Really? I don’t know... It was unexpected. That was a good word to use. I have knots in my stomach looking at the floor and realizing that my parents are coming home tomorrow. I really don’t think they would have a problem with the first 8 hours of the adventure. It’s just the following 15 hours... I don’t even think I’m okay with the following 15 hours.
I enjoy the fact that I’m in none of these photos. Makes me feel more innocent about the whole thing. Then I realize it’s my house in the background.
Apparently going for that walk was a bad idea. What is it with us and bonding in the outdoors. Also we totally camp. Stfu. You know you want to go camping with us, we are actually that entertaining.
This is draining my battery it better hurry up.
Yes ok so a part of me still likes him. You can’t think that that can just go away. Cause it doesn’t. When I see CD I still feel those little girl butterflies. It’s just something that doesn’t go away unfortunately. But we’re on good terms, so I don’t want to ruin things. So I’m just going to keep that small part as silent as I can. We hug like we used to now. We’re growing. Haha. The park was very interesting. We had some very interesting conversations there didn’t we. I think so. Also literal analogies are overrated. I told you guys I’d get onto that thing and off it. No faith.
There they are now posted. Bring on the storm.
I’ll turn my face into the spray, for when the heavens open let the drops fall where they may.
Ok seriously like sitting beside you and leaning on you doesn’t bother me. But I feel like you stepped over the line there. That’s my main thought right now.
I don’t really like thoughts. Because I’m trying not to think about the fact that everyone else has thoughts. I hate everyone else’s thoughts. Also coming over at 11? Er no. That would not help the situation. Yes Kim Possible there is a sitch, you might even need to bring the whole team on for this one, Robo-Wayde included. Why is everyone thinking about this? There’s nothing to think about. I think. I’m done thinking. It’s 3:15 am.
You give until you’ve given up,
Jessica
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