Well I renew my SG account. I was on the fence about it but I decided to keep it, not a money issue just a lack of interest but a few friends on here kept me. You know who you are 
Anyways I've been talking to this girl, I really like her and have my fingers crossed something blooms out of it.
She's so pretty, of course she's not SG beautiful then again, only a few can be
Last night I tried to re-kindle an old friendship, my friend Bailey and I, we had a falling out about 4 years, she got upset over something very small, like I didn't return a call right away or something, seriously it was so small and so long ago. So yesterday was her birthday so I bought her a nice birthday card and went to her house (remember now 4 years) I knock on her door, and I said Hello, without a pause she slam the door on my face, and locked it. I know it seems like nothing but I was heartbroken by it, my first best friend and my first crush and she just was so cold as if I was a disease on her existence. So I went home, an emotional wreck and drank way too much and pop too many pain killers, woke up half the night throwing up and this morning I couldnt feel half my body. If there is a God, he hates me.
So this event will be re-worked into my next poetry collection, as a form of healthy therapy. Cold hearted bitch.
There is plenty more to say but who reads blogs anyways? I'm just wasting text.
Art doesn't work without pain; art also exists for compensating pain.
Anyways I've been talking to this girl, I really like her and have my fingers crossed something blooms out of it.
She's so pretty, of course she's not SG beautiful then again, only a few can be
Last night I tried to re-kindle an old friendship, my friend Bailey and I, we had a falling out about 4 years, she got upset over something very small, like I didn't return a call right away or something, seriously it was so small and so long ago. So yesterday was her birthday so I bought her a nice birthday card and went to her house (remember now 4 years) I knock on her door, and I said Hello, without a pause she slam the door on my face, and locked it. I know it seems like nothing but I was heartbroken by it, my first best friend and my first crush and she just was so cold as if I was a disease on her existence. So I went home, an emotional wreck and drank way too much and pop too many pain killers, woke up half the night throwing up and this morning I couldnt feel half my body. If there is a God, he hates me.
So this event will be re-worked into my next poetry collection, as a form of healthy therapy. Cold hearted bitch.
There is plenty more to say but who reads blogs anyways? I'm just wasting text.
Art doesn't work without pain; art also exists for compensating pain.
kornalina:
eroticgeek:
I am so glad you stayed. I love reading your blogs! 
You are one of my favorite people on here. I wish you would post more actually. As for the girl, I wish you the best with her. What the other girl did was so completely wrong in my opinion. Even if she did not want to rekindle the friendship, she could have at least accepted the gift and said thank you. You did not have to do that and went out of your way to fix what was broken. As for Puddle of Mudd, they rock! I saw them in concert once.
You are one of my favorite people on here. I wish you would post more actually. As for the girl, I wish you the best with her. What the other girl did was so completely wrong in my opinion. Even if she did not want to rekindle the friendship, she could have at least accepted the gift and said thank you. You did not have to do that and went out of your way to fix what was broken. As for Puddle of Mudd, they rock! I saw them in concert once.