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You know, I never really regret anything I do because everything happens for a reason but that doesn’t keep anyone from thinking that it’s still fucked up. I was thinking about my old best friend Trish. We used to have such a fucking awesome time together and 1 little thing flushed 11 years down the toilet. On both parts. I’m not placing the blame on her or me. Both of us were stupid and immature and now I wish I would have acted my age instead of my shoe size and maybe I’d still have that best friend. I wrote her a letter but I am kind of frightened to send it. Not because of the reaction the letter might cause but because it reminds me of the not-so-pleasant time. I just want things back to the way they were. On a brighter note, Justin and me now understand each other to the fullest. We’ve had hard times but every relationship has those. Things get better and better each day and he really is a great guy. I remember saying the same thing about past losers that I’ve dated but that’s because those losers were the only thing I was used to at that time but Justin differs from anyone I have ever dated. He’s just not the average guy. And he’s so great with Twyla. He does everything he can to make me happy and he spoils the hell out of Twyla and me. We're going on a cruz the first week in April. I've never been on a cruz before. I hope I don't get sick.
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I am. . .
A girl. 22. Overweight. A mother. A girlfriend. a smoker. A social drinker. A bowler.
I like. . . My babies. My boyfriend. Bowling. Punk music. Totino's Pizza. Texas Hold Em. Straight teeth. I dislike. . . Impressionably people. Crooker teeth. Labels/Stereotypes. Mean people. I post to. . . Do You Want My Bum Send Me Nudes 775 Shows diaryland |
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