?Wednesday, April 15, 2009
firstly,
THAAANK YOU KHAIRIL FOR SMASHING MY ANKLE ON THE STEP WITH FARAH'S FRENCH HORN CASE. IT'S GREEEEEEEEATLY APPRECIATED. AND NO, YOU DON'T HAVE TO SAY YOU'RE WELCOME.
secondly,
tell me how i should interpret this.
This is to you.
This is to you, his best friend.
The girl who puts up with more taunting, teasing, and endless torture that she ever should because she knows he teases the people he loves the most.
This is to you, the girl he always calls first to tell about his big news or just to talk to someone about the latest episode of Lost, even though he knows you dont care, but youll listen.
This is to you, who picks him up at any hour, at any place, when he gets into another fight with his parents, and he knows you'll drop everything to go and get him.
This is to you, one of the guys.
The one who laughs when they tell you they sometimes forget you're a girl, or when they create new nicknames for you that aren't cute, but mean something relating to you being a whore or a slut.
This is to you, the girl who was there when there was too much alcohol and too much loneliness in the room that night and things got carried away.
The girl who spent the next week hiding from her parents with hickeys on her neck.
The girl who never asked you about what happened and just accepted that you didn't want anything more than that night, though that might have been just what she wanted.
This is to you, who shells out endless amounts of $ that you really cant afford.
This is to you, when you realize his best friends have become yours.
This is you who set up those dates for him with your cute friends when a piece of you is actually jealous.
And to you again, when you are the one who helps him through his relationship with all of those girls.
This is to you, the girl who hears everything that people say about you two, and this is to you again, the girl who chooses to ignore everything they say.
This is to you, the girl who never thought she would say the sentence "No, were just friend so many times in her life.
This is to you.
it reminds me of [insert name here]'s story.
i won't put up their real names since they are both lurkers here,
and since she still likes him and he doesn't know it.
she knows who i'm talking about. (:
DAWN is the girl and MATT is the guy.LIKE DUHHHHHHHHHHH.
dawn and matt are classmates, and dawn likes matt. one day, they just become instantaneous friends and have been very close ever since. dawn and matt have talked about LOTSSSSSSSSS of stuff and dawn knows that matt will never ever like her the way she loves him. still, she loves him and when anyone asks about what's between her and matt, she just says they're friends even thought deep down, she wants them to be more than friends. and it's been about EIGHT months and matt doesn't even have a clue.
and [insert name here] was in tears when she told me this story.
and she passed me that poem-ish thingy and said that the highlighted words in red is what she knows, what she feels.
and i told her i understood,
because yeah,
i am going through the same thing.
but my story is a little different from hers, though.
i am trying to get over him.
but it's just difficult when i see him everwhere i go,
when i see him almost everyday,
and i have to pretend that he never even existed.
i am thankful though,
that at least he's not in the same school as me.
grr.
not in the mood anymore.
UPDATE REEEEEEEEEEEAL SOON.
yeah, rrrrrrrrrrrrrrright.
