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Tuesday, September 6, 2005


Oh Tell Me Where Your Freedom Lies....
fourth day of being jobless. uhhhh. any ways guess what stupid son of a bitch comes over at 7:00 in the morning to wake me up yesterday.....Wes. yeah he waltzes in my house hands me flowers and is drunker than a skunk. good god. next thing I know he’s laying in my bed so I lay back down with him and start to fall asleep.

(yeah yeah I know I know...we just kinda cuddled nothing like that you sickos!)but then he wakes me up again and wants to go to his house. and then when we get there. I laid down on his mattress which is in his living room...

(I don’t know why its there)he covers me up an climbs in next to me wraps his arms around me and passes out. lol. well I had to get up by 10:30 am to clean our house cause my family was coming over. so I leave his house about 8:50ish...I asked him to come over later...well he avoids me.

hmmmmmmm. wonder what he thought might have happened that didn’t. but uh god. well I saw Dena and Dez at the store near my house and he was with them. he ignored me. and then Dena said anyone want to do pills? he said yes while looking at me. you guys the only thing I asked of him as a friend was never to do pills again.

because I stayed up with him one night till like 4 in the morning cause he was really sick. and I care for this guy. damn my hopeless romantic and compassionate heart. damn me for caring. I should give up on him...

Jeremy a mutual friend said go ahead every one else pretty much has. well let me tell you what I was kinda mean with my next remark....uhem. I said well yelled. LIKE IT MATTERS IF ONE MORE PERSON GIVES UP HIM HE DOESNT CARE ABOUT ME ANYWAYS I AM JUST THERE IT WONT KILL HIM!!! BESIDES I HATE HIM I HATE HIM WITH EVERY OUNCE OF MY BEING.

I should have thought before I spoke. but all I know is that when I said that I was a while ago and here I am blabbering about him. I don’t know I wrote him a small thing on a card...here you guys probably don’t care but I am going to put up what I wrote anyways!

A friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself, That’s what real love amounts to- letting a person be what he really is. - Jim Morrison.

Wes,
I let you be who you really are. I don’t expect any thing of you. But I worry cause the real you is a danger to yourself. And sometimes I don’t know you, the real you. Just like you don’t know the real me. But I'll be there for you. Always...the best I can. remember that.
Josie.

well I want I wouldn’t mind any advise...later on.

the outlaw Josie Walse

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