She made her way up another flight of stairs. Her friend had called her and asked her to come to an apartment that she wasn't even aware her friend had. She had been on her way somewhere, but she hadn't told her friend that. She was sure she could just drop by, see what her friend wanted and be on her way.
The heels of her shoes clacked lightly on the stairs. She didn't usually wears heels, or dresses for that matter, but the event called for it.
When she got to the apartment in question, she just let herself in. After all that's what her friend told her to do.
The apartment was beautiful. It was only lightly lit and everything in the room
Dear God,
I've never written a letter to you, or really asked for much but I wanted to ask, why did you make me bisexual and have all your followers tell me I choose to be that way?
I have one best friend who is Christain and I can't even tell her I have a girlfriend because I am worried she will hate me for it.
It seems just a bit unfair doesn't it?
I mean you make so many people gay or bi or whatever else and tell all your follows to love and accept everyone but those people.
Either you are a very crule person or something was lost in translation.
From Madi
It isn't normal, I mean it really isn't
I get jealous because you talk to her more than I do
I get jealous because you spend more time together
I get jealous because you guys play more games together
I get jealous because I love her
And I feel no matter how hard I try
I'll never get that love back
I get jealous of one of my best friends
Because she spends time with the one I am in love with
I get jealous because I have to start the conversation
I get jealous because you talk all the time
While I maybe get a few words here and there
I hate that I get these feelings
But no matter how hard I try
They won't leave me alone
Dear Older me,
Santa is real right? Because all the kids tell me he isn't, but I don't believe them! Not for a minute. Because I know he is real! He is really real! Because mum and dad go to bed when I go to bed, so they can't put all the presents there, they are in bed.
And does Santa really like cookies and milk? He never eats them all when we leave them out, and mum says he would be sick of them by the time he gets to us.
And mum says when you get older you get to get Santa's number to talk to him! Is that true? How old will I be when I get it? I really want to talk to him! That would be so cool!
Well I have to go. Time to set up the t
She made her way up another flight of stairs. Her friend had called her and asked her to come to an apartment that she wasn't even aware her friend had. She had been on her way somewhere, but she hadn't told her friend that. She was sure she could just drop by, see what her friend wanted and be on her way.
The heels of her shoes clacked lightly on the stairs. She didn't usually wears heels, or dresses for that matter, but the event called for it.
When she got to the apartment in question, she just let herself in. After all that's what her friend told her to do.
The apartment was beautiful. It was only lightly lit and everything in the room
Dear God,
I've never written a letter to you, or really asked for much but I wanted to ask, why did you make me bisexual and have all your followers tell me I choose to be that way?
I have one best friend who is Christain and I can't even tell her I have a girlfriend because I am worried she will hate me for it.
It seems just a bit unfair doesn't it?
I mean you make so many people gay or bi or whatever else and tell all your follows to love and accept everyone but those people.
Either you are a very crule person or something was lost in translation.
From Madi
It isn't normal, I mean it really isn't
I get jealous because you talk to her more than I do
I get jealous because you spend more time together
I get jealous because you guys play more games together
I get jealous because I love her
And I feel no matter how hard I try
I'll never get that love back
I get jealous of one of my best friends
Because she spends time with the one I am in love with
I get jealous because I have to start the conversation
I get jealous because you talk all the time
While I maybe get a few words here and there
I hate that I get these feelings
But no matter how hard I try
They won't leave me alone
Dear Older me,
Santa is real right? Because all the kids tell me he isn't, but I don't believe them! Not for a minute. Because I know he is real! He is really real! Because mum and dad go to bed when I go to bed, so they can't put all the presents there, they are in bed.
And does Santa really like cookies and milk? He never eats them all when we leave them out, and mum says he would be sick of them by the time he gets to us.
And mum says when you get older you get to get Santa's number to talk to him! Is that true? How old will I be when I get it? I really want to talk to him! That would be so cool!
Well I have to go. Time to set up the t
I'm not too sure on what to say
I honestly just want to get rid of my last journal entrey but I don't want to delete it
Things have gotten better than worse from the last time I posted
Right now its just kind of.... odd.
I am feeling fine but also kind of..... eh.
But thats life
Couple days or so and I will be back to my usual bubbling happy go lucky self
Because that's the way I am
That's all there is to say really
Thanks for reading :heart:
I don't even know why I'm crying
Maybe it's the stress or just all the emotions slowly killing me
I just really need someone right now
But I don't want to bother anyone because everyone has their own stuff going on and I just keep pissing off my friend with all these little stupid things I do and just everything is getting to me
I'm in love with her but I might also love someone else and I really hope she doesn't see this or it might just kill her. But I might not love them because everything just keeps falling with them and I can't deal with the stress and the nerves that takes over my body when things take a turn. I shake violently and
Oh wow just got really giggly and nervous at the same time XD damn!
Anyways~ there is this girl, don't hear that line often do ya? But yes! There is this one girl. She just posted the most sweetest thing on Tumblr about me. Basically telling everyone just how much she is well, in love with me, and it got me thinking.
I mean I throw around the phrase "I love you" like it means nothing. Someone likes the same movie "I love you!" just meet a person and we are both into the same thing "I love you!" random person gives me chocolate because hey why not~ "I love you!"
But, well, I don't often tell people I like them. and I really really like her.