Tuesday, January 27, 2009 9:02 PM
Look at what my Harley wrote:
The day I met you in the seveth grade was magical.You had many different thoughts on life.Many people thought I was dumb and immature, but you would still talk to me and look me in the face no matter what dumb thing I was making up or thinking in my head.The day I came out was to you and you were the first person I told.You were my best friend and I need to just see those rose colored glasses one more time.I would walk into the hall every morning looking for you because you were the only one that understould me.I just remember the days of us watching the pigeons have intercorse or just be great friends. The days I had to get you to clam down cause you thought the bird was going to poop on you head.I remember all the poems you wrote and drawings you made.You were the one who inspired me to be me and if people didn't accept that, I knew I still had you as a friend .So all I just want to say is,I will never forget your rose colored glasses.We are friends for life and I will never forget GINA!You are the best asain a fag could have. I miss you.
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I guess you just never know the impact you leave on people until its said.
:']
The day I met you in the seveth grade was magical.You had many different thoughts on life.Many people thought I was dumb and immature, but you would still talk to me and look me in the face no matter what dumb thing I was making up or thinking in my head.The day I came out was to you and you were the first person I told.You were my best friend and I need to just see those rose colored glasses one more time.I would walk into the hall every morning looking for you because you were the only one that understould me.I just remember the days of us watching the pigeons have intercorse or just be great friends. The days I had to get you to clam down cause you thought the bird was going to poop on you head.I remember all the poems you wrote and drawings you made.You were the one who inspired me to be me and if people didn't accept that, I knew I still had you as a friend .So all I just want to say is,I will never forget your rose colored glasses.We are friends for life and I will never forget GINA!You are the best asain a fag could have. I miss you.
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I guess you just never know the impact you leave on people until its said.
:']
I know who I am.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009 6:16 PM
I know that I'm a senseless hopeless romantic trying to get out of her ways. I believe in love more than anything. But I think I've reached to the point that I don't care anymore.
Its hard to fight my ways but once again I'm heartbroken. The difference? Its my birthday. I wish somone would have told me sooner that he thought I was ugly. Yeah it would save me the humiliation. Even if he's getting fond of me, I don't care, tell me these things so I can prevent from trying so fuckin' hard. I fuckin' wasted my money buying him a birthday gift and gave him my number.
Its my birthday, the mark of my new year and I say FUCK LOVE. Love is a lie. You'll never gonna get the one you want. I'm sick of crying about it. THIS FUCKIN' MODERN LOVE WASTES ME. The heart is the most wretched thing that I'll never trust. Love only exists in books, on numbered pages, no more and no less. I'm sorry for anyone that I made a believer in love. The only Love their is, is the Love for God and Jesus Christ. Amen.
I'm happy yet..
Sunday, January 18, 2009 6:50 PM
I'm happy for my best friend but then I think about it again and I'm a lonely heart.
Somebody Told Me,
Monday, January 12, 2009 3:38 PM
you only see me as a friend. Pretty good, I guess. At least you don't hate me and you want to get to know me. I like that. I like how you tried to fix my skirt for me; that was really kind. Gosh you're so confusing! Why did you try to get my number? I guess that's what friend's do but its just gonna hurt sometimes. Right now, at this moment, I'm just a little down but you know what? I want to get to know you more too. Its way better this way than that way. You make me hate you and you make me like you. That's what I like about you. Of course those captivating brown eyes that get me all the time, but take it easy on me. I'm a newbie at not thinking my hopeless romantic ways. Sometimes I feel the need not to keep my rose-colored glasses on and dream about love and the things I believe of them. Its hard to know your right there next to me and that your real...Your not just some rockstar I dream about being with. See ya friend.