I don't blame you for being you,
But you can't blame me for hating it.
So say, "what are you waiting for? 
Kiss her! Kiss her!"
I set my clocks early 'cause 
I know I'm always late
Write me off, 
Give up on me.
'Cause darling what did you expect?
I'm just off a lost cause
A long shot, don't even take this bet
You can make all the moves, 
you can aim all the spotlights
Get all the sighs and the moans just right
I'm sleeping on your folk's porch 
again, dreaming
She said, she said, she said,
"Why don't you just drop dead?"
I don't blame you for being you
But you can't blame me for hating it.

I miss

edit. yeah

And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time.  I want what's yours and I, want what's mine. I want you, but I'm not giving in this time.

Wtf. We're like not even friends anymore. This is gay.

 
"I never would have started if I'd known that it'd end this way.
But funny thing, I'm not at all sad that it stopped this way "

Oh my god. Drama has already started. You would think people would chill out with it being as it IS the summer, but no. It pretty much just got worse. People have to go around being physcho for the day - or in this case, THE MONTH. And there you go again, throwing another little pity party for yourself. JUST GET OVER IT.

 Ugh. That needed to be said.

sorry

There was a beautiful girl
who came from the sea.
and there was just one place
that she wanted to be.
with a man named walker
who played in a band.
she would leave the ocean
and come onto the land.
he was the one that she wanted the most.
and she tried everything
to capture this ghost.
but throughout all their lives
they never connected.
she wandered the earth
alone and rejected
she tried looking happy
she tried looking tragic,
she tried astral projecting,
boys, and black magic.
nothing could join them,
except maybe one thing,
just maybe...
something to anchor their spirits....
they had a baby.
but to give birth to a baby
they needed a crane.
the umbilical cord
was in the form of a chain.
it was ugly and gloomy,
and as hard as a kettle.
it had no pink skin,
just heavy gray metal.
the baby that was meant to bring them together,
just shrouded them both
in a cloud of foul weather.
so walker took off
to play with the band.
and from that day on,
he stayed mainly on land.
and she was alone
with her gray baby anchor,
who got so oppressive
that eventually sank her.
as she went to the bottom,
not fulfilling her wish,
it was her, and her baby ...
and a few scattered fish

Brooks. aaf

 edit.

Not too hot of a day.

The tourny went good. I got hit in the face with a ball, and now I have a rather large purple dot on my cheek bone, under my eye. It is getting larger by the hour. I also got a sweeet new shirt and mouthguard. And I lost $5 at Brittany Byer's house.

 I later found out some extremely bad news, and it's not about field hockey.