So there is just something interesting to me in the thought or rather in the fact that I haven’t felt the need to, or had the time to, rant as I feel that I should. In all truth and actuality, the less I write my thoughts down, the more angry I am. Rather, the angrier I am. Also, apparently, my grammar goes to shit, so there’s that too. I haven’t typed in long enough.
Well, much has changed, as things tend to do. I’ve moved, twice, within the past year and my family has officially gotten wind of it. I don’t very much appreciate though, them telling me that I can’t choose to live where I wish. If I can make it on my own, then what is the problem with me doing so? Especially coming from the boy who moved out when he was 18. I don’t appreciate being lectured by someone who did whatever the FUCK they want, so whatever. Whatever they wish to do is just whatever they wish to do. I don’t know what else to say on that note other than I don’t appreciate the fact that he is trying to tell me what I may and may not do. Well, either way, I suppose it doesn’t matter all too much anyways.
Same note, not really, my life has become trivial to say the least and I think I may be in a relationship that’s fully functioning. It’s been awhile since I’ve felt that someone was worth the time, let alone wasn’t a total whack-job and furthermore, didn’t annoy me. I think I’ve found a boy who won’t annoy me, for the first time in months, maybe even a year. Since Aaron Johnsen. He cheated on me, but I suppose he has the right to do as he pleases, whatever. That’s life, shit happens. I just won’t appreciate that it happened to me. Well, anyways, I lost my train of thought because of that tangent. God, I’m still annoyed and it happened a year and a half ago. That would be harboring a grudge, wouldn’t it be? I suppose so, that’s never good for the soul. Wait.
My train derailed. Again.
Yes, the new boy. He’s a good one, I won’t write his name up, mostly for fear that he’ll find this blog and know it was me writing about him. Maybe if he breaks up with me, cheats on me, tears my heart out, then I’ll reveal who this specimen is, but until then he’ll be my drummer boy. It’s cute in a way, if you think about it. Having a code name for the person you like, a secret language that only you and maybe he knows. Of course, I’m just a hopeless romantic in that case, but you know how that goes. I never know what to say to anyone. I’m silly, I know. He’s telling me interesting things write now as I type this and I feel almost bad that my attention is divided between him and this. Of course, I’m a loser. I really like him, it’s been awhile.
Maybe it’s just infatuation though.
Cynic.
I guess there’s a chance that it may just be infatuation. Granted the amount of time I’ve known him has been short, but I took him with me to Disneyland. We went together, held hands, kissed, and just did what we wished. It was cute. I like him. I really do. I just told him that I do and he just paused and replied. It was sweet. Well, I wish I was talking to him as opposed to typing to him. Maybe another day. I’m blushing now though. I hope that this one lasts longer than a few months. A year would be nice. He makes me want to emote. How much of a loser am I? I’m a super loser. Oh well.
Anyways, he was telling me about which was worse, alcohol and ecstasy. Oh yeah hey! Surprise, I drink now. Times are a changing. Accordingly alcohol is way worse for you than ecstasy. That means that I’m definitely going to have to think hard on this for awhile, oh well. I suppose it happens, you know? Things. Happen. I suppose. I’m ridiculous. I miss him and it’s only been a day.
Miss him within a day? What a loser.
I suppose that’s what it’s like when you like someone. You just miss them when you’re not with them. Yeah, he’s got me love drunk.
Well, I can’t think of much else to say.
I think I’ll tell him I like him tomorrow before I leave. Emoticons.
