?The Dead Poet?

?Welcome To My Nightmare?
2003-02-03 04:01:16 (UTC)

Hi....

This Sunday sucked ass. My dad woke me up by yelling at me
why I didn't cleaned up the kitchen after supper last night.
I was online till 1:00 a.m. and I forgot about the mess! Ah!
Later, I took a shower. My dad was mad again, because he
wanted us to go for a dinner to Swiss Chalet and my hair was
wet. We went an hour later though. We had to go to dad's
church and get a signature from the priest for dad's
application. He didn't get it, he has to go there on
Tuesday. Anyway, we went for a dinner and we bearly got home
because we were so full. When I came home, I went online.
Afterwards my sister got home and I had to get off my ass. I
went to my room to do the homework. Later, I celebrated
Imbolic and I meditated. I have to talk to Marc sometimes
this week, that if he lets me to talk to him. Ugh. I hope he
will. There are so many things I want to tell him. I won't
go too far though. I'm not gonna say I love him. That'd be
pretty dumb. I wonder if he says anything to me.
I don't know. This has been causing me so much stress.
I realized we're meant to be together. And we'll be. Soon.
So now I'm here and I'm helping my dad with his résumé and
cover letter and chatting with M on MSN. He wants to listen
to me. I'll see him this week, probably on Wednesday. I'll
talk to him tomorrow. We don't where to meet. And what
time. Ha, ha, you make my laugh, my love, I love you.
I love you :) and I miss you :( and I haven't seen you for
such a long time :'(
I love you!




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