For me more than you

i overreact too much.
the end.

really... i'm so like stupid/lame i dont know how to describe it but i really do overreact
when justin called me i got semi annoyed and stopped talking so it's just an awkward silence why?
because i was doing my ap language and i can't concentrate when i'm on the phone. so i was like UGHHHHH so i tried to do my work holding onto the phone but it didn't work out so well cause i could still hear the static. so i was like like
'hey ill talk to you later. bye.'
'uhH by-' -hangs up- before he even finishing saying goodbye
i'm so mean.
and like
a few mins later (20mins) i text him
'sorry'
'why' him
'i was being mean'
'when you hung up on me? naw you weren't mean i was boring hahaha you're never mean sweetheart' him.

makes me feel even worst.
where did i find such nice friends...

and edward

sdaisy (7:43:45 PM): im done overreacting
sdaisy (7:43:51 PM): and being stupid
sdaisy (7:43:53 PM): hullo
enade111 (7:44:19 PM): as long as u feel better
enade111 (7:44:30 PM): go get something thatll cheer u up more
enade111 (7:44:34 PM): i like u chipper

he's awesome.

and maybe it's the music
first thing that played "bad day -daniel powter"
then "collide -howie day"
two depressing songs that have a somewhat up lifting ending.
i should get back to ap lang. but i really needed to type stuff out.
aiyah
i'm so stupidly stupid.
i deserve to live in a cave like a hermit
away from civilization. so i won't hurt anyone or mess with them.

oh and dillon bond
he's... no word to describe him. either he's just trying very hard and is very good at it to sympathize with me or he's my soul mate. i dont know but. wow.
facebook inbox. <3

scot (: i still have not got you thingy but thanks anyways <3


i don't like telling people what's wrong. because i don't want them wasting their time worrying about me... or maybe i just want them to bug me more therefore making me feel so much better. but nah let me just do the surface feelings.
i dont like wasting their time. but what my friend tells me it worries them more so maybe i should just spill it. and sometimes when i'm getting there and right on the tip of my tongue i realize how stupid my problems are so i chicken out and pretend everything is okay and promise myself ill solve it myself at home.
and when i do get it out. i cry like 920473 times. re: friday with edward. bawling my butt off in the car with him. i swear i got his shirt really wet. but he stuck through it. offering encouraging statements and such.
but i felt so much better.
... too bad i can't do that easily it takes awhile for me to let loose with people around. edward's just lucky...

okay ap lang. goodbye blogspot
i love you.