return

yeah so here I go again. I'm in bed with my brand new sheets thinking about how I should be reading Machiavelli, as opposed to playing asound on my phone and listening to the same playlist repeatedly.
I have school tomorrow. Yay. Not. That yay was very sarcastic in case you didn't notice. Haha. I don't want to go back. I want to spend the rest of my days going to the movies with boys and going to hockey with the girls. And driving. And going to T2. And reading. Oh how i wish i could stay this young. Or maybe 18 so i can drink lol. Going to try god read now...

wherever the wind may take me

I don't rightly know what I'm doing around here again, except to say that within the past week I've experienced a bit of a heartbreak hurt and sadness as well as some really good times. I mean, the days seen to be quite alright. Good, even. But those nights... Somehow not? I think I'm more emotionally vulnerable at night. I don't know why, or even if it is the truth. It just so happens that everyone tends to have their say later than 5pm. It's not even stuff to be sad or jealous or angry about but that is how I felt anyway. Some of the things interesting, and definitle powerful. I can't see what i've just written so it,s probably misg mash ha ha i'll fix it later i purpose. Anyhow, more later x

Thank You.

"I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life

Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life"

• First on the agenda. I just want to put it out there that I had one of the best days of my life last week. You made me happier than I have been in quite some time. I was so nervous, you probably have no idea. I didn't eat 'cause my stomach was already crazy. The coffee and everything else may not have helped either, but there you go. We just floated around... and to be perfectly honest, it all felt really natural. From the beginning. That's something I noticed about you and me, there's no bullshit on the surface. We are who we are and we know that. I thought it went well and I came away happy. Even though you seemed kinda shy. I think I looked cute, but who knows what you thought. I haven't heard from you since and it makes me a little sad, but then I am angry with myself at the same time for allowing myself to hope. I don't know. And I hate not knowing things. I wanna do this again. Not over again, just again.
• I forget what the rest of this was about... I don't know! Grrr. It's annoying when you forget things.