we were made for each other,B.


today's been okay.
i don't feel so good.i don't know why.maybe a few tiny little things bother me.i really shouldn't let it get to me,i know.cuz its really not worth thinking about.its not even worthy of me caring but you know me.its the little things that get to me.well,i really don't wanna be like this.maybe i'm just missing a certain someone so much.my monthly is over,so i can't figure out why i'm like this.maybe i'm home alone for the first time in a long time and listening to sappy songs,but that's beside the point.so i guess i won't bother explaining.

you,the lifeless,ignorant,irritating person behind the private number phone calls to B,it's really very childish.and you'd know that not by being mature,but by simply putting whatever demand of english you have(pun intended)to read this and B's blog,to stop your nonsense.cuz she really deserves respect,she's older than you and if you younger pple don't understand,age comes with a certain amount of respect.not demanding any but at least give it to B,someone you supposedly care about.and if anyone wanted to know anything,ask her along with giving her your name,don't be a coward.it only speaks worse of yourself.i don't know why you pple like to hide from everything.so that's that.and by the way,she's taken.get that through your thick skull.

xoxo,
me.

B,
i love the way you love me.

-i never thought i needed you there when i cried.