January 2010
…raccoon? really?
-glare at you from across the room in creative...
hey! thanks for calling me back last night! yeah, sure it’s no problem. it’s not like my dad’s in the freaking hospital or anything…or that i called you seven times to ask you to take me there…
thanks, though (:
I HATE CREATIVE WRITING.
look at me being creative and posting on tumblr…
i heard you were having surgery soon…my dad is too. on wednesday, actually. i’d come and see you at the hospital, but considering we aren’t friends anymore, that might be weird…really weird. both of our parents would probably be really angry, mine more than yours. i wish my parents were back to normal with you…
but, what i really wanted to say, and i don’t care...
dear jake
if someone shows this to you, i hope you understand.
i told my mom everything. everything, jake. you probably don’t care, and that’s fine. i just wanted to let you know that.
does this ever go away?
i just want it to stop.
heck yes first place! (:
thesebrokenwings:
put a head on your shoulders. just because you feel bad for somone does not incline you to sleep with them.
CHRIS CREVELING.
oh,
he’s lying. how i wish i could just come out and say that.
i'm so frustrated with myself.
i let this happen, and now i feel so horrible about it. i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry.
you lied.
i should sleeeeeeep. but i can’t and i don’t want to.