Once again. I hate my sestina. It's about the Romanovs. But I hate it, and Mrs. Lowe is in love with it. I don't understand things. I guess I have always liked the complete polar opposite of true poetry. What's wrong with my brain?
Once upon a time, there was a girl. And her name was Mary. And I really have no idea what she did that was so wrong, but it was something that her Dad was very angry about. No matter how many times Mary said that she was sorry, her dad would just say, "No. I don't care. Sorry isn't good enough." The next time Mary ever did anything wrong, he would say the same things to her.
I think I have issues with that. Well, because of that, maybe. I've heard that insecure people apologize a lot for things that aren't their fault. I apologize too much. Dang. But when something IS my fault, apologies are entirely useless. They don't make anything better, apparently. I have always found the opposite to be true, but, clearly, i favor the opposite of propriety.
Whatever. Today I just blahh. I decided just to not apologize anymore. It's no good, I've heard.
You know what else? I never watch Scrubs. But I just turned it on for the first time of my own accord. And I wish I had someone who would just sit in the middle of a room with a lamp on the floor with a bunch of other stuff and not be grossed/weird-ed out by my crying. And they would just try to be there and listen. That would make me feel better. Even if they didn't actually do much to make me feel better. If i just had someone not be annoyed by me. Then I could stop being so..... All of the time. annoying
[[Sidebar: I didn't feel like communicating this via facebook message. And I know you read my blog. So what the heck. I mean, yeah. Thanks for explaining and apologizing (because at least, to me, that counts). Also, thanks for having no faith in me at all. Or in our friendship. I think that sucks.]]
BYCC was a joke. It made me really mad, actually. I'd say more about it, but it's late and I am going to 9:00 mass tomorrow. So goodnight.
---Scottie: has a charming air, all cheap and debonair.
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You thought it was a joke?
I had a blast.
But then again, the fun was really mostly the people, and not so much the actual event.
So I guess I agree with that.
I'm sorry to hear about that whole friend situation. It sucks, and I can relate, I think.
But, just in case it matters to you, I will/would listen to you, if you wanted it. Even though you probably won't, because if I was in your situation, I probably wouldn't talk to me, either.
P.S. Please don't take that as a pity party, I was being honest.
I just want to say that I care about you and that I love you and that we should have a sleepover soon.
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