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Wednesday, March 07, 2007::
So I really miss him, but not the part of him which made me feel injured. The other side, the way it should be.
I can't help but see him and wish I could hug him or kiss him on the cheek.
I can't help but want his approval or a smile or a laugh or anything that would show that he cares.
My affection might be better appreciated to someone else. So why am I stuck on him? Why do I not feel the need to move on? I can move on--but I don't want to.
Maybe it's just too soon? Maybe I'm not suppose to move on? Maybe I'm RETARDED?
I'm afraid, though, that if we go back into this relationship that he will make me feel the same way he did before. Dwindled.
After our talk that we had he said I was right and that he understood--but I wonder if he can even change himself or if he even cares to.
I skip around in my mind so much--because I don't know what he's all about.
I don't know if I can trust him.
That sounds proimising, eh?
This is a stupid blog.
I try so hard for something and it's just like--I don't even know.
He didn't even care enough about me to try to get to know me though, or to appreciate me. Maybe those are just definite warning signs that it's just not right and can not be made right.
I'm afraid.
I'm afraid that it will be a long time down the relationship and he will just not care about anything that I say.
"She just sits there and tells me about other people, or her work, and I honestly just don't care"--he said that about his own mom. That concerns me. I don't want to be treated like his mom. A boy should care for his mother. And his girlfriend. In church I was always taught that if you want to know how a guy will treat his wife, look at how he treats his mother.
God, is it so hard to find someone who loves me who I love back?
I wish he'd open up.
-: Amy Kelley blogged it up at 9:34 PM:-
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Sunday, February 04, 2007::
So I used to hate boys.
And by hate boys...I mean
I was fed up with boys.
So for a second I thought that... maybe I was a lesbian?
So I pictured this in my head-
-and decided that I think girls
are
really
gross.
So I decided to be "Asexual,"
but then I got too many masterbation jokes.
Really I meant "non-sexual,"
but I said "asexual" still because it confused people all the more
and
generally just made it more funny for me.
But then I realized that I was human, and would probabaly eventually want to get married,
even though
I said that I never, ever, ever, wanted to get married.
Back to boys.
The end.
-: Amy Kelley blogged it up at 7:38 PM:-
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Tuesday, January 30, 2007::
I don't believe in mathematics. - Albert Einstein
Just as it says. I hate you, math. I hate you.
Here is what I do in math when I am overwhelmed:
Yes. I drew a tree. The top is sort of short becuase I ran into math equations.
Yes. That does say "Math kills love". (sorry for the blurry images)
-: Amy Kelley blogged it up at 10:34 PM:-
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