I wonder if absolutly anyone reads this friggin blog anymore... absolutly nooooo input! Then again? why should I even care? I was doing this like another diary that my parents don't know about.
I almost started crying in orchestra, Sam said he was staring at me. Really, I just want him to forget. It's better than it was after Gage... but somehow I still feel kinda empty... I still need to read through what we said on AIM to find a story idea he had. Unfortunatly I swore to myself I would finish it... and it's trudging up some sucky memories.
I should start writing again, but it feels as if I have writer's block. I refuse to let it happen that I can only write when I'm dating someone. I'm not leaving that main component of myself to another human being, it has to be all me.
Well I supose I shall go mope and read those AIM conversations which will leave me torn, and than try to resist against this acursed writer's block. Au revoir my dear friends.
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awww come on try to pull it together, you're stronger than this
No im not... never was... its only an illusion... thanx for posting "anonymous"
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