"Just do your best,
Do everything you can.
And dont you worry
what the Bitter Hearts
Are going to Say"
I will.
And when I try to express some form of Hurt.
Its always dismissed with like ;;
"Oh, Uh, Well Baby Im sorrry I cant spend time with you But I have plans".
He cares.
Stop whining silly ho.
Atleast I HESMINE again :$
Why cant I stop needing so much from him.
Its just hard sometimes when I really want to spend time with him, and he really doesnt (seem like he) cares.
Okay, so he says "he does".
But whatever.
I was planning a surprise for him when he came on today, but, He had other plans I guess.
I know im the one who hurt him but its just not fair like this at all.
Im not trying to justify what I did was correct, because I know it was fuking stupid.
But it cant go on like this.
I wish he cared like he used to.
Im still his girlfriend.
Hes still the center of my universe, and, I guess it hurts that im not.
I wish he'de want to spend time with me like he used to.
But he doesnt.
I wish he could just come home.
And then now all I feel is, afraid to make him mad or something.
I feel so pathetic. Like stupid little girlfriends who are "Afraid" of talking to their boyfriend incase they get Angry at them or something.
We Never used to have a relationship like that, neither believe in that bullshit.
But now it seems thats how we do it. And it hurts like Hell.
I hate being afraid to upset him, and too scared to say how im really feeling.
But I guess i just need to make sure he's okay.
Fuck.
I dont like this.
I had everything planned :(
I like to look at you.
I Love that smell on you.
Your going to get it good my baby.
Whats the Worst Thing that could happen?
Other;;
I could change my mind.
I should also seriously think about
Studying.
yes.
English and Media Exam tomorrow :) Eeeep.
I may not be a smart man, But I know what love is.
I'll Walk Away Now.
In a >GOTH SHOP<
Me: Stop trying to Goth me out Hatty.
Hatty: *Laughing* Im not trying to GOTH YOU OUT.
Hatty: *Trips over* OMFG I tripped over your Goth boots man.
Me: *Chavs enter at all directions* We're having quite a Chav experience now arent we?
Hatty: Ok lets go to Boots now.
Me: I DONT WANT TO GO TO BOOTS I WANT TO GO HOME
Hatty: FINE, We'll go to booths then and then we ARE GOING HOME whether you like it or NOT.
Me: Wtf lmao.
Yeah I would never be okay.
With.
That.
Ian: Has anyone heard this song?
Nick: I have...
Ian: Anyone else?
Nick: What..I dont count?
Oh my
Could he tell a Fairytale?
Could he Ever.
My Nicholas <3
Fuck
I lost my Bus pass.
I want to spend the rest of my life, You by my side.
For ever and ever.
Every little thing that you do,
Baby, im amazed by you;
Westlife <3
But cuz Its ME who likes it;;
Its a cool thing to do.
Guys.
Do it.
I like it natural.
No need for chemicals.
Okay so listen.
Um i forgot.
This is for Tommy,
Hi tommy,
Ide like to tell you that its so stupid being A RACIST
AND ALSO
YOU FUKING GORGEOUS FUCK ME BIG BABE.
X
Touch me now.
Dont bother.
Rollin' down the highway,
Like a rocket.
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to all his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
him mother and father kissed alot
And his father never tucked him in bed that night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
Thats why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen
Becky has a big bum.