I figured that'd be a more fun title than 400ab7;.O,9
I'm lonely again. I forgot to write before I went to sleep last night (At eleven thirty. I sleep at the same time EVERY night, even school nights I think) and I got up at nine thirty.
Did I ever mention my love for tulips?
Kay, my best friend, picked me one yesterday and put it in my hair, and I realized "Gee, it's so pretty... I really do love tulips. "
It wilted overnight.
Is that me? A wilted tulip? Left out overnight with no water, struggling to live?
Poor tulip. I'll try to help you by putting you in water, I hope you'll be ok...
Why am I freaking crying over a TULIP?
I'm gonna go shower now. I hate being in love. I hate it. I'm the wilted tulip- cut myself off just to get near to you, now I'm dying because of it.
Let's all just smile and pretend I'm not upset today.
Let's all lie.