A belated Valentine's day poem:Valentine <3
Valentine's Day, and once again
I am nowhere near
finding anyone to love,
to hold dear
But it's not the loneliness
that gets to me
it's the lying words
that I see
"Be mine" isn't special
it really doesn't mean a thing
it's like a mockingbird
with another bird's song to sing
So if you want to please me
don't send those word so few
but if you want to impress me
why don't you start with "I love you".
(I actually wrote this last month lol :] )
You really think I should? He doesn't even really know me...unless Dakota has told him about me or something. Which I doubt. And I'm sorta waiting to see if my parents will even let me go.Sam:
I agree with LMSC on this, it's a good thing Bus Creeper's not a stalker.
That would be very bad.
Ok Joseph is being a total J-A-C-K-A-S-S. On Fri(the 13th btw) he gives me this bogus note that is rubberbanded(that's not even a word)to a stuffed Hershey Kiss doll thing. And the note said that he was totally, over me(HE IS A LIAR), but then at lunch, IN THE LUNCH LINE, he goes and KISSES MY NECK.
And I elbowed him really hard and was all like, "WTF?!", and he got all mad and like wouldn't even look at me for the rest of lunch.(I didn't even mean to sit by him anyway, but I had to.) And yesterday, I gave him a note to ask if he was still mad at me, and he was all like, "What do you think?"and I was all like,"I'm not yours anymore. You shouldn't do that." and he said, "I can if I want to.", then I got really p.i.s.s.e.d. and said, "You know what? I give up! I'm tired of you acting like your whole life is s.h.i.t. I just give up!" But then today I ended up sitting next to Tyler, and Joseph elbowed me as he walked past. And later I gave him a note and I said, "So are you just not gonna talk to me anymore or what?" and he tried to apologize and I threw the note away, and then he tried to say he was sorry, and I told him I knew he was sorry, and then the bell rang and I left. So I think Joseph has officially reached Creeper status.
And he's being a jerk.