Using my mom's Macbook now. it's a rather strange invention, no doubt.
I was just thinking about this.
My mom likes to tell people now that i've changed. I'm always frowning or being a brat or whatever at home. and that i've lost my happy-go-lucky vibe.
she's so wrong.
You see it's not that I stopped being happy, it's just that, i can't find anything particularly interesting at home that makes me act like i am in school.
everyone in school sees me bubbly, happy, happy-go-lucky, insane, hyper. you all know how i am when you see me.
But at home i'm just dead. nothing's wrong. just that there's a whole lot of nothing at home.
mom thinks it's PMS or something, i say it's just growing up.
she's not exactly a ray of sunshine at home either.
just like that guy who wrote the Good Ship Tree person.
"childhood is like a habit." No one ever decides to give up on childhood things, it just happens. no explanations, just sweet ole memories you wish were still in the present.
and my bestie just left me alone for 24 hours now. the same one who said that these four days would be a long time apart.
oh please. give me a break.
i tried telling you how i can't handle what you're doing. you're too complicated, too serious, too over-everything. I can't even find the words to describe how all this has screwed me up right now.
i've shared so many problems with you, when i have just realised that one big problem is you and me. we get along so well, but when it all comes down to the basic skeleton of our personalities, we're just like fire and ice.
you're the best, but this isn't what i can take right now.
IT ENDS TONIGHT - THE ALL AMERICAN REJECTS.
(PS. wonder how i'd look with blue eyes. just like Bradley James, Colin Morgan or Tyson Ritter. i'd like to try with some contacts ;D )
