My blogging--yes--has been suffering. Ugh, I really hate not blogging. I check Blogger almost every day to catch up on what the people I'm following are writing about, yet I can never seem to write for myself. Hm. Well, what has happened lately? Nothing...that sounds like a good round, descriptive word. I like it. Lets go with that. Nothing. I've been working on school stuff a lot more lately.
I gotta say, Mr. Stith, and other psychologists and whatnot, are totally right when they say a girl does better in school when she isn't dating someone. But I rather be dating someone. Well, just that some one.
Vincent got my package that I sent him for his birthday/Valentine's day. I wrote him a front and back two page letter and he didn't comment on it. He seemed like he enjoyed the edible part of the present though. I made him mint chocolate chip cookies and I also bought him life-savers gummmies. Those are his favorite candies.
We're not together and it still hurts. I don't say that I love him, even though I do. I'm afraid if I did then I would seem like an idiot because I know he wouldn't tell me he loves me back. What if he did? If he doesn't love me, I rather not him say anything at all. Last night he said I was the most beautiful girl in the world. It might not have been the first time he said that, but it felt like it. Sure, he tells me I'm beautiful every day, but......I want love.
I gotta say, Mr. Stith, and other psychologists and whatnot, are totally right when they say a girl does better in school when she isn't dating someone. But I rather be dating someone. Well, just that some one.
Vincent got my package that I sent him for his birthday/Valentine's day. I wrote him a front and back two page letter and he didn't comment on it. He seemed like he enjoyed the edible part of the present though. I made him mint chocolate chip cookies and I also bought him life-savers gummmies. Those are his favorite candies.
We're not together and it still hurts. I don't say that I love him, even though I do. I'm afraid if I did then I would seem like an idiot because I know he wouldn't tell me he loves me back. What if he did? If he doesn't love me, I rather not him say anything at all. Last night he said I was the most beautiful girl in the world. It might not have been the first time he said that, but it felt like it. Sure, he tells me I'm beautiful every day, but......I want love.
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