createBlog Diary, version 4 |
createBlog Diary, version 4 |
*Azarel* |
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Originally started by fathin_felix. Great idea.
Version2 Version3 Old one was 22 pages. Diary? Self-explanitory? I think so. Don't post in here solely to comment on someone else's day.. you can quote them, but don't make that your post. ----- Dear createBlog Diary, I suppose it's been a long while since I've really written anything. I still can't find the inspiration I once had. Just, sometimes, I miss writing. Makes me feel empty, yanno? Time to ramble on some more. Last night, I felt utterly tired, for no reason. I mean, I'm on freaking spring break, I shouldn't feel tired of anything, really. But I realized I was. I was sitting here on the computer, with nothing to do, nobody to talk to, nothing to relate to. I hated that feeling of utter.. boredom. I still don't know why. I guess I still haven't grown out of the phase where I can't see past the monotony of life. It's almost over though, high school, I mean. More than halfway. And I can't believe break is more than half over already too. It used to be that the days would drag by, but already, it's Thursday, and I have yet to accomplish anything. Party tomorrow night at Jenn's, and I kind of want to go. At the same time though, I don't. I guess I'm worn out at the moment. There's nobody to call late at night anymore. People are in school, they have work, whatever. I don't like keeping people up if they have things to do the next day-- it makes me feel bad. And I've been waking up so late nowadays. It makes me feel like a lazy pig. I dunno. I suppose it's just me. Is all, for now. Until next time. -Me. |
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Dear cB Diary:
I'm feeling really bad about marisa....my mom was bugging me a lot back when all of us started doing stuff every friday about it I liked Annie and shes saying that I was leading her on...something I've never thought about....and I really didn't think about it with Marisa either....I don't want to hurt their feelings or anything....but I finally realized that this is only a temporary solution and that they will be hurt even more later on when they find out the truth...If only their was an easy way to let someone down...I wish I could just have someone tell her a whole bunch of stuff but that would be unfair to them...I just wish I didn't think about these things so much so I wouldn't feel so guilty. I need to get this fixed though...I feel really bad about it and it's going to be hard but I have to do it... That was the easy part to write about... Last night I watched the notebook with lindsay and her. I cried....It was really awkward watching it with the person that you like...I remember the first part I cried at...They were fighting and she was going to leave him and he asked her what it was she wanted...I asked myself that question and looked to my left...I wanted it so bad...But I knew I wouldn't be able to get it. I cried from that point on with my silent tears. It was like I didn't even watch the movie after that point...I just asked myself the questions they asked each other...Where did she see herself in 30 years...I asked myself that.....I didn't know....but I did know where I would want to be...Once again I looked to my left with her face shoved into the blankets from crying. After the movie she wanted to tell me and the other person something but she couldn't...not while I was there...So we just hung out for a while...she really wouldn't say it there with me...So I just said I had to go home before my parents come home and find me not home when I was supposed to be home a hour and a half ago...She left soon afterwords and then got online when she got home...She told me what she had to say...she couldn't tell it to me in person...I'm glad she didn't I wouldve cried again...I'm starting to cry right now...but she says shes unworthy of my love...I feel the exact opposite...I feel almost ashamed of how I feel. She took out the ice cream...her way to think...she was crying...I was crying...I don't see why we can't be more than friends... |
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