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SabzTheDangerKitty
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Name: Sabz
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 11/26/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: smashing pumpkins, the cure, evanescence, dashboard, johnny depp, artsy filming, depressed emo boys, pretty porcelain girls, rain, kisses, lying on the floor listening to my head
Expertise: biting, daydreaming, drawing, writing
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
AIM:  cheshirecat2048
Member Since:
9/4/2004
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| ummm why am i updating? oh right, because i had a lovely dream about nikki. that is all i will say, infer as you will (because it gets pretty fucking randy :p)
bored and done with this shit now. | | |
| um yeah, i hate him for making me give a shit about anyone. i hate him for being my best friend, and not wanting anything more- ever. i hate him for not taking advantage of me- i'm a big girl, i can handle it. i hate him for caring enough to not want to hurt me by letting things happen-again, i could handle it. i hate him for always knowing the right words to say to make me feel better, and make me fall in love all over again. i hate him i hate him i hate him...
god, i love him. | | |
| so i just went with him and a group to the movies. chris was irritating me. he was being an asshole. red lights seem to be pavlovian now, so it's hard not to follow instinct when you remember who you're in a car with. i was dying to know though. just one. oh well. he brought up the prohibited today, i was hurt. i don't belong here. i told him, he gets it. not necessarily the place i'm in, but where i am, you know? yeah, i know, odd. unexplainable. london. | | |
| this is odd. i am going to a dance, to flirt and rub up against random cute MY AGE guys, with no strings attached afterwards, and i'd rather be sitting on an old couch with him watching star wars. i think i'm broken. | | |
| i just found an entry. it was about how i was mad at him. i'm not anymore. now i'm hopelessly resigned to the fact that it won't happen. and yet i still wish it would. hoping and wishing are two very different things. hoping implies possibility. wishing implies desire for the impossible. and so i'll wish forever. | | |
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