When’s it ever gonna matter? I mean, we stress so much, we make such tedious work out of such a small piece of life, and in the end we get an intricate lot of nothing. I want to make something of it, or let it be done. I want to let this go, but I’m not sure how to do it without hurting everyone around me…
I have so much to say and nobody willing to listen. I want to get it out, but I can’t find the person to tell. Most don’t want to hear it but it’s such a hard thing to hold in, to keep to yourself. Guess I’ll bear the silence alone. It’s not too bad. We should all keep some secrets to ourselves. Right?
We’ve flirted with the subject, teetered around the words themselves, and yet it’s still aches to be said and damn it I want to say it. I love you. I can’t fathom how bad I want you to hear it, but still I can’t bring myself to tell you. Dear patience, bring me strength.
So, in roughly 25 hours, I will finally be sixteen, and I’m absolutely thrilled. I get a nice party and a dinner with one of my very best friends and my ‘boyfriend’.. I honestly thought that this week was going to blow. I thought I would miss my so called best friend. Granted, it won’t be the same without her, but I’m happy. I didn’t think I could feel this kind of easy going feeling on this kind of occasion without her. But as it turns out, IDGAF. (: So, fuck it, I’ll be sixteen soon. And I’m stating that whoever hasn’t befriended me or tried to make a friendship work by then, then Fuck. You. (: I’m happy with what I have. ;DDD
