Dear Journal,
I woke up late as usual but I got outside at a decent time. The bus ride was as usual. When I got into school, I was on my way to upper B-Wing when I tripped on the steps. After I went to my locker I traveled to E-Wing where I was to meet my friend Jon. As I was speaking with him I felt a hand rub my hair and I turned around and it was another friend. Sarah. She was with some girl who I later found out was named Robin. We all talked for a while and then I headed on to gym (first period) where I was yet again... annoyed by Andrew Onulak. When fourth period came, I went to band lessons. My lips werent feeling "OK" today so I was playing my Tuba like a four year old. After that I headed on to English... then History... where I seen "her" down the hall. Shhe was staring at me for a long time. I kept walking. After history I went onto German, then Band. On my way back from my locker I seen "her" once again in the A-Wing stairwell. Then on the bus I seen "her" awaiting her mother I suppose... I don't know. Some people were smoking on the bus like the animals they are. I entered my home and ate some sort of asian food. I went into my room layed down for a little bit, to see if my headache would go away... obviously it didn't because still have it as I type this entry. I'm going to change the topic now... and talk of Valentines Day. As I've stated in another entry, it is the day I feel the lonliest. Again I am without a Valentine for the day... me and my friend have decided to waiste the dread day away by playing Poker the whole day. Last night I was laying in my bed... burning incense (Dragons Blood if your wondering) and I was just sitting there, thinking as I normally do. Then it hit me... every girl I ever liked... starting from the September to now.... every girl I liked has been a person I can't be serious with. They always come out and laugh or ruin the moment. I could never see myself holding them... because they just can't be serious or loving... ever.
 Notakashi · Tue Feb 13, 2007 @ 08:20pm · 0 Comments |
