Mood: Sickly.
Song: West Coast - Coconut Records
For a second there, I thought you disappeared,
It rains a lot this time of year,
We both go together, if one falls down;
I talk out loud like you're still around.
And I miss you.
Blaaaaah,
I feel like s**t haha.
I slept for a good 13 hours today,
Woke up with dried tongue, aching throat, and nose was crusty?
I hate being sick, I feel so pathetic and needy.
I always get really freaked out when I throw up,
It reminds me of the summer when all I did was throw up.
And oddly enough, that reminds me of you, Erik.
"I wouldn't get mad if you threw up on me, I'd even kiss you."
Jeez. When I think of that old, adorable guy I don't know what I feel.
I don't feel in love, but I don't feel blank.
I just wish that was the guy that would've stuck around.
I don't care that we don't talk everyday,
I don't care that you accidentally IM me.
I don't care that I show you I still care,
I don't care, I really don't.
I wish you could've been my best friend after the break up,
But, I guess we can't always have what we want.
I really think I'm in-like with someone new,
Honestly, I've had a babycrush on them since before you asked me out,
It's pathetic, that I said yes to you while I liked them,
But I did. And I really want them to like me too.
Ah.
"How can you love me when I am ugly?"
dslfjsdf. <3
Sitting around thinking all day is really bad,
I don't like it when my mind wanders but it always does,
And it never wanders to anything serious or specific.
It wanders to the future, to tomorrow,
to my friends, my family,
To my jobs, colleges,
To my past, to my ex's, to my lovee,
To my best friend, to my ex-best friends.
Ewww thinking.
Haha.
It's weird that occasionally I think of Jen.
Especially because last time we spoke I don't know what she wanted.
But, then again, she was my first looove-thing, so maybe not?
(:
I hope I feel better really soon.
I wanna get out and do stuff,
'Cause being online is just getting old faster and faster.
Btw, I love azn val, she's cute.
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