Hey baby, Imy. Wondering, thinking, hoping, fantasizing. I love you, always have, always will.

You are so freaking full of yourself!! I swear. Yknw you always say stupid shit like, yes I tell you things, you're my best friend and best friends tell each other things so you must tell me things, or like when I ask you something you tell me something new that went on and I'll go, why didn't you tell me! And you reply, you didn't ask. Or like how you say that we exclude you and all that shit. Do we exclude you or do you not want to be a part of it? You only join in when it suits your fucking self.

Look! You don't ever tell us anything. When I want to talk to you, you come up with some jokingly insulting comment which I've grown so sick of that it has actually begun to hurt. Or you come up with some excuse, ask me to shut up, or go away. When you DO want to talk to me, yknw what the conversation surrounds? You. When I say something about me, you'll go, another guy again?! Wth sia! And you only want to hear the interesting things. Have we held hands, how did he ask me, where have we gone, what have we done, etc. You don't care about the serious shit, the bore you or something. And I really really don't get it. A serious friend cares and listens to everything! Another thing's that when you look for me, you ask me things. Like gossip. And you just want to hear what's new and interesting. I'm sick; so fucking sick of your bullshit and your indifference-ness.

Time and again you give me that pitiful puppy dog face which I'll puke at the next time and I'll forgive you. But idk why I keep giving you so many goddamned chances. If you don't want to be a part of this relationship which includes YOU and ME. Then really. I don't need you to be. I'll just move on and you can go fool around with whoever you damn well please. Who replies to their friend when asked "what happened," with a "you happened"?! That's just downright mean.

Leave me alone. Don't talk to me tyvm. I can't be bothered with you anymore.

I've been wanting to blog. But I think I've gotten lazy.

HeyyoyouwhydoImissyousomuch.

Damn it.
Aye, I needa move on. Look at the sky. The clouds float by and drift off. So do guys actually. Hmmm wonder how Sharms is.. Lovely, you've got us. Okay? I know you don't read my blog. That's sad. Wish it'd be like old times. Fencing was fun. I love too many people. Damn. Wait is that even possible? Does death make me stop loving people? Does the possibility of heartbreaks make me stop loving people? Gasp. Why're hearts so fragile. Why do wine glasses represnt fragility! They should put my heart there on the lil' wooden boxes. Broken. My sister wrote when she was P6: My sisters roles/responsiblities- 1) Fight with me. 2) Push her responsibilities to me. 3) Buy me stuff when she feels like it. 4) Be nice to me when she feels like it. And her responsibilities was to "Check if the Hamster was dead yet!" I think my sister hates me. :( Omg! Yknw. Maybe I should stop telling everyone everything and be some hard nut to crack. Works for others. They seem to be fine. Maybe it doesn't hurt as much when you put lotion before you pluck your eyebrows. Is that possible? If the sky was pink all the time and the flowers cream, would the grass be blue and would she love me? Imy. *Whoosh* That's the signal for everyone to get into position. But the wind also goes whoosh. And usually, everything goes with it. Changes. Bruises. Ow my heart aches. Shit why's it so late.

17.
Music interests me.
Dance fascinates me.
Reading occupies me.
Shopping never fails to bankrupt me.

Reading- Wuthering Heights
by Emily Bronte

Listening- Cinderella
by Steven Curtis Chapman

"The power of a relationship lies with whoever cares less. But power is not happiness."
-Connor Mead

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