As I will not repeat, I knew it would not work. Friday came around, and I was yet again alone. The whole day. Till 8:00. In a text message. "I'm so sorry".
Bullshit.
I told you, dear bloggy, this would happen. But you gave him the benefit of the doubt that he would go and he didn't so I hope your happy you trusted him once again. Its OK though, I bet you feel like a fool. I'll give you comfort by telling you I gave him hell for it. I haven't even forgiven him yet. So do not fret, dear bloggy, for I have not failed you yet. Yet. I made a mistake by laughing at his jokes once again, he feels threatened no more because of this. No more scares, and I was right as were you, he does not care. Well, bloggy, that's mostly it. Have school again tomorrow, I care but I don't. It changes. Boo. That's all. Ciao!!!!! ^_^
Things that dont even begin to scrath the surface of my life
The Real Me
- Laurelz
- Im essayant toujours de comprendre les règles de ce jeu qui s'appelle la vie. Je m'appelle Lauren Elizabeth Mullins. Ma cara anam miles away est en ce moment. Mes relations sont mes décisions, ne reposant pas hors de vos opinions. Je joue du piano, il fait partie de mon âme. La musique est mon amour. 8.27.62 fut une journée très spéciale. Victor Joseph Mignogna est né, il est mon héros ultime. J'ai fini avec des gens qui me ramener, je n'ai pas besoin de plus d'eux.