he's weird yet dear to me.

i think that one of the cutest nicest most amazing things ever
is when you're in a horribly sad mood and its late at night
and then your friend drives by just to say hi and give you a hug


i have the best friends,
and of course that's what everyone says,
but i'm saying it anyway.


the puppy keeps whining. my goodness. it'll be okay...
i think.




it seems as though things have taken a turn, like i'm on a different page. maybe this is what happens to me when i am not surrounded with the other people at school, talking everyday. i feel as though i've started thinking more...and now i've changed (whether good or bad, i still don't really know). some people, i just don't seem to click with as much anymore, and some different interests are coming to me. its as though, dare i say, i've grown up. but of course, i still have quiteee a ways to go.



like the puppy.
still whining...