my mom got sick. like majorly. so my party is cancelled. i didnt want to go to Adi's house. i want to spend time with my dad and my sister and my family because i love them indescribably. the bottom of my rib cage feels weird when i think about how much i love my family and my friends. but i'm going to maddy's house tonight. which will be amazingly fun. i wanna see what she says about my haircut. i love my hair. usually i'm not full of so much self love. today i have decided to give up. i am done pining and making my friend feel better while i cry on the inside. why am i so fucking nice to her about that boy? i dont really care what she feels about anything when i dig down deep, but it's programmed into me to be a spectacular comforter. i can lie really well, so i make people feel better, and i dont care that it's phony. today i gave up on that boy. i dont care anymore. i love bob dylan. i love my haircut. i love my birthday, and caramel, and my ballroom dancing class. i love that dylan wright taught me how to stand up after he dropped me in swing. i love that i weigh 80 pounds and that he weighs 120 and yet he still cant keep from dropping me. he seems so strong, but he isnt and i dont care. now i am happy. because i have given up.
enough nonsensical insanity.
there's been an alarming lack of photos recently. i'll have to try to do better.
"you were right
i had nothing better to do
than pay to much attention to you
it's sad but it's not your fault.
self righteuos and rude
i guess i lost that cool
tapping till i drive you insane
self righteous but never right
so laid back but so uptight."
Eric Gaffney, from the song Freed Pig
i love this song because the whole thing is sung with so much fucking sarcasm.
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