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Monday, October 13, 2008
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Lavi: No. For me, it is not good to be in love. Because for me, as always, it hurts like hell and it'll only get worse from here because I am the epitome of desperate for him to care but way too pathetic to do anything about it.
And, thanks for saying I'm mature, but at this point I don't really think it matters whether or not I'm a little kid. The point it, he just doesn't like me that way. And, quite frankly, it sucks, but, hey, what else in new, right? This happens every time. Immer wieder.
Jenny: Well... To be honest, I wish I would've gone without a date. It was hella awkward, everybody thought me and Justin were going out.''-__- Dates are so bloody over-rated. lawlz. Octagons.
Cassie: Bby, let's face it: I'm a whore. I end up liking everybody in one way or another, so you'd actually be more correct in saying the entire male population.
*deep breath* Hi, guys. How are you all doing? Wie geht's? Gut/good? Gut/good.
I, on the other hand, am exhausted. Couldn't sleep at all last night. ''-__- Don't know why, I was just so restless.
Oh, and just because God knows I can't go a single day without mentioning him on here at least once, about Candyman: It's hopeless. I give up. I swear, that guy might as well be gay with how unattainable he is. And don't any of you dare try to convince me otherwise, because chances are I'd probably believe you, and a single shred of false hope right now would pretty much be a loaded gun to my head.
But, anyway...
Homecoming was pretty fun.
We laughed and danced and camera-whored the night away. Although I kinda wish I wouldn't have gone with Justin. It was really awkward, because everybody thought we were dating and the entire time, I was like: "No. Oh, hell, hell no." lol Poor Justin! XD
And then, my friend Sebastian started making out with his girlfriend right in front of his ex, who is my bestest friend ever, Margret, and, well, put it this way: HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN'S SCORN.
She didn't do anything, but I could tell she was really pissed, which I don't blame her for, because, quite frankly: It is the cruelest, stupidest, most hurtful thing you can do to be all lovey-dovey with your current boyfriend/girlfriend in front of your ex. I've been in that situation before, and it is nothing short of a miracle that I did not break down in tears. Seriously. It hadn't even been 2 weeks since we'd broken up and already He Whose Name I Can No Longer Say Without Vomiting was all over another girl RIGHT. IN. BLOODY. FRONT. OF. ME.
Yeah, not one of my best moments.
But that's a story for another day...
The kids in my English class were turning one of the Berenstine Bear books into porno. Which actually wasn't that hard, because when you really think about it, some of the lines in that book sound kinda dirty. For example: "Mama, mama! I went to town! Inside, outside, upside-down!"
... XD Yeaaaaaaaaaah, ummmm.... lol
Well, anyway, I think I've bored you all long enough, so I'll just post this one last thing and we'll call it a day.
Don't give me that look.
Better yet, don't look at me at all,
I can't bare to be seen when I'm this see-through.
I don't know how God does it: Unconditional love will be the death of me.
And I haven't got a single explanation or excuse this time: I only loved him because he loved me first and not the other way around, for once.
And they say I should probably rip my heart out for all the trouble it's cause me,
But it's not to blame for all my pain:
My eyes are the ones who talked my heart into it.
Well, what can I say?
I'm a story-teller.
I love a good plot set-up, so I set myself up.
He said I was a sadist in bed and masochist at heart.
And I can't help but find it deliciously ironic that all the ones who've claimed to love me the most have never listened to a word I said.
"Well, of course, darling," he said. "After all, eye candy was never meant to be tasted by the ears."
Ily
love,
Belinda
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