I love Pizza Hut pizza.
With chicken and pepperoni and green pepper and onion, and a cheese stuffed crust.
I also love having money to afford such a pizza.
May 19, 2010
May 9, 2010
That waitress I was seeing lost her desire for me;
I neglect things, sometimes a little too often. But I always have good intentions. At least I can say I know that.
I feel like change. I feel excited. I feel happy, but I still miss him a lot. I still feel like crying a whole lot, but hey, I don't do that a whole lot anymore.
Maybe I'm just growing up, but I'm happy where I am. Scout's honor.
And you know what? I'm not sorry for losing you as a friend, though I'm not sure if we're Quite all the way there yet. I don't look at you and think about the great adventures we could have had together anymore, when instead you called up someone else. I don't even really want to be part of your life anymore. When you can make time for everything in the world but me, no, I'm not sorry. Granted, I never did make too much effort to contact you either, but at least I still did, which is something you certainly haven't done. And you, who doesn't read this anymore anyways, take this for what you will. I'd love to spend some time with you, but note, we don't have anything in common anymore, and your stories are wasted on me. I'll still always listen, but, maybe actually I won't be.
And if you don't mind, I'd like to move on with my life, to where I know I'm supposed to be going, and yes, I think I know where I'm supposed to be going. It's kind of scary, but I really think I know what I'm doing.
She said she wouldn't set herself on fire for me, anymore.
I feel like change. I feel excited. I feel happy, but I still miss him a lot. I still feel like crying a whole lot, but hey, I don't do that a whole lot anymore.
Maybe I'm just growing up, but I'm happy where I am. Scout's honor.
And you know what? I'm not sorry for losing you as a friend, though I'm not sure if we're Quite all the way there yet. I don't look at you and think about the great adventures we could have had together anymore, when instead you called up someone else. I don't even really want to be part of your life anymore. When you can make time for everything in the world but me, no, I'm not sorry. Granted, I never did make too much effort to contact you either, but at least I still did, which is something you certainly haven't done. And you, who doesn't read this anymore anyways, take this for what you will. I'd love to spend some time with you, but note, we don't have anything in common anymore, and your stories are wasted on me. I'll still always listen, but, maybe actually I won't be.
And if you don't mind, I'd like to move on with my life, to where I know I'm supposed to be going, and yes, I think I know where I'm supposed to be going. It's kind of scary, but I really think I know what I'm doing.
She said she wouldn't set herself on fire for me, anymore.
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