Though I know the poem’s source and the reason a particular person wrote it, and for that matter, who that particular person is, imma just gonna post it here cooooz I like it. If you ever see this post, person-that-wrote-it, just wanna say that I really like the first four lines of the second stanza.

Do you think it’s strange
that there’s a way
of how you look at,
how you act and how you think
pretend they’re not the same as you

Do you know about his strength of convictions
or how she puts all her faith in religion
Did we ever take the time
to really discover
how little
we know about each other?
keep us from saying anything
and separate from everything.
And all this really means is
you’re one in a crowd and paranoid of every sound
another friend you won’t miss anyhow

mm..I kind of find it a little depressing, though, how your best poems come out when you’re feeling hurt. Or maybe it’s because I haven’t written many happy poems in a long while. Hahaha..oops?

Well, in any case..

Robotics was interesting. It pisses me off how my laptop dies in an hour. I really need to get another battery..

..blech.

I feel horrible again. ARGHHH okay.

I realized (this blog seems to be more like me realizing stuff about myself ahahaha) thaaat..I like being alone as much as I like being with people (yeah, I like people. they cool.) I still haven’t been able to go out and just walk around by myself like I wanted to, but I’ll probably do that sometime next week (prob monday or tues.) grf.

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I HATE THIS FEELING. OH MY GOSH. ;alskd

Kaaayyy, I’m out.<3 I’ll just..finish..that fanlisting..

I need to go out and do something, anything. I need a competition, or robotics, or even just exercise. I’m sick of just sitting here and thinking. Or being in a classroom and just..thinking. ..I need to get out of here. Just for a day, or a week. Or a weekend.

Because it hurts. It still hurts, and it always will hurt until it’s over.

Just wish I could just get hit and forgiven for being so selfish..

I’ve ordered my books on Amazon, and they should be coming around Friday. That leaves me with only have doing to the notecards and finishing typing up content for the Farhenheit 451 fansite that I created to show on Wednesday.

Still have math homework (though I have an extra day to finish that,) Bio lab (shouldn’t be due this week), and French packet (should only take ten minutes.)

Not bad, considering that I’ve been sleeping a lot this break. My sleeping pattern’s really messed up, though. I end up sleeping around seven PM and waking up at around eleven. Sigh..

Backup plan, huh? I say the craziest things..

What I meant to say was, “Just wait for me.”

But that wouldn’t be right either. Me telling other people what to do kills their spontaneity, their wants.

I’d be telling someone to do something that someone wasn’t planning to do, and I’d know it.

I should just stop showing that I care to a guy. I should just stop. I need to help.

I just wanted to make this clear, because I’ve been thinking of things today, and I didn’t want to be so abrupt later on, should this problem get any larger.

Charlie and I aren’t together, though it seems strange, since we announced this just days ago.

However, we are on quite good terms, I think, and should we end up being stuck together in the end, we’ll probably end up living together like an old, disturbed, bachelor and bachelorette high off life, or something silly like that.

What went on is, of course, nothing special, and all sums up to this:

Charlie is very special to me, but not in the way where we could become a suitable couple.

I realized this from the very beginning, and I’ve apologized from beginning to end.

Of course, there are other reasons which I plan to discuss with him this Wednesday, and I hope you all aren’t too surprised.

It’s just that, well, I’m not very adaptable to love.

I apologize.