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Okay!! I'll even admit it... I DID like Kyle.
- DID--- meaning use to, or also known as not any more!! (lol)
Current Mood:  pleased
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I have liked Matt for about 1 1/2 years. i still kinda have a thing for him, like I get nervous when Im around him n all. But I DONT LIKE HIM, n thats the truth. So next time some one asks me if I like Matt, im going to tell them to look at this live journal entry, n then they'll know if I like him or not.Current Mood:  good
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JERK!
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Apr. 13th, 2005 @ 05:53 pm
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You piss me off.
You make me mad.
You amke me cry.
You make me sad.
You lied to me.
You hurt me.
You made me see that your a total JERK! Current Mood:  frustrated
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I've heard Some say Love is a Dangerous Game I never knew how Dangerous this Love thing could be But near into my story I would see how hurtful This love thing is, and How much it hurt meCurrent Mood:  calm
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Crying is like a silent tear.
Here you go, you got what you wanted. You confronted me, and a tear ran down my cheek.
Here you go, you got what you wanted. You stole, and kept a piece of me.
Do you want to hear what I have to say?
Here you go, you got what you wanted. But I can telly ou one thing. DON'T come back and expect to get what you wanted from me again.Current Mood:  depressed
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I like you because of who you are I hate you because of what you did I miss you because you chose her, not me I love you and thats how it will always be
Apr. 13th, 2005 @ 05:01 pm
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All I can think about is him. He has no clue how much i like him or even how much I think about him. Why would it matter, Why would he care? He just looked at me like Any ther person passing by. Unlike me I have to stop and stare. Every moment I didn't spend with him I regret. Hes the reason why I want to wake up every morning. It's only because I know how much better my life is with him in it, by my side.
He doesnt know my feelings for him, maybe some day he will.
Apr. 13th, 2005 @ 04:51 pm
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