Most emo post ever.
My locker was always messy so I didn’t even find the love note asking me to meet you at the drugstore after class until days later.
I didn’t know who you were.
I wouldn’t have gone anyways because I always assumed it was a joke.
Musing from the airport I forgot to blog about:
“Did you leave a banana?” – Lady in the airport bathroom.
Bryan had to bring a whole lot of syringes through airport security and they didn’t bat an eye or ask for his doctor’s note. But they had to search my bag (twice) and confiscated a bottle of soap. Good to know our airport security has their priorities straight.
“Save it for the line at McDonalds”
I’ve had to censor my blog way too much lately to either protect myself or protect others. I’m sick of it. Here’s a (not entirely) cryptic blog of random (not entirely) cryptic thoughts to remedy all that.
I sometimes feel so stupid, getting swept away in possibility, and not taking time to think.
I used to cry that he would only want me while drunk. Now this.
I complain that no one wants to date me and then complain when someone does.
I now know how (t)he(y) problably felt.
You shouldn’t have to pay.
Girlfriend for the night.
I know you two are dating. I was waiting to see how long it would take for you to tell me.
I don’t call because I want you, I call because you’re the only one who knows.
I don’t think you think I’m over it.