1hundred Of Me | |
March 17, 2005 //_ 7:55 PM | |
i woke up. i looked in the mirror. my skin was green. my eyes were bloodshot and i saw through the mirror to my ugly. i couldn't believe it. any other day, i'd be like "meh, i don't like me, but i'm okay.." but today, i just couldn't believe how horrible i looked. but i got ready anyway. throughout the day i had to decide of whether going to gsa and hanging out with ginger and this [gay] guy she knows or just escape the possibility and take the bus home. i wanted to runaway and avoid meeting him (i'm always scared like this} but by the end of the day, i felt pretty decent. i didn't care anymore. i met ginger, found her friend, he was nice. for a while he didn't say much and i was just default. after a while he would ask me questions. "are you out to your parents?" and so (without him knowing) i took his cell phone, pretended to mess with it, and put my phone number in his address book. he didn't really seem my type, but i thought i wouldn't mind seeing him again. he said he might try to hang out with me tomorrow. it's funny how it'll start with a scratch then end with a blend. i'm feeling okay. worked for my puracane cd. and he thinks i'm cute. but he's not the one i'm longing for. he's not _him. and for the by, _he still hasn't really responded to my outburst of stitch. i've realized that i'm going to open my mouth a bit more. let my feelings out a bit more. and let people know before it's all too late. |
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