So in hopes of finding this lame email address in my old myspace comments I, of course, read some of my old comments. 
And let me say that its just a trip to read what others wrote to you and remember all the conversations and time you used to spend talking to that person.
I read comments from elementary school friends, middle school friends, and of course high school friends.
And it’s just sad that I don’t even speak to the majority of these people.
Maybe because Facebook was the start of a new?
Because MySpace was were my past should stay?
Idunno.

Then I came across comments from you..

You dude.
Fuck.

Where do I even start.
A part of me tells me that you were a mistake.
That we should’ve never kissed that one day.
That we should’ve never gotten together the week after that.
That we should’ve never been together for that month and 2 weeks.
Because you didn’t deserve me.
Or maybe I wasn’t ready for it.

Because the way you belittled me I have the impression that I wasn’t good enough.
For anyone.
You talked down to me as if you were more than I was.
But the truth is.
I’m more than you ever will be.

You’ve called me “kid” more times than I can remember.
But who was the kid when they got kicked out of the University.
Not me.
Because the record shows that I’ve attended state longer than you have.

And here’s the thing about you and I.
What we had.
What I thought was special at one point will never fade away.
Because we’ll always be each other’s exes.
And no matter how many other girls I get with, you’ll always be on that list.

I hear about you every now and then.
And you try talking to me every now and then as well.
And there’s one common thing with the two.
You’re still the same. You haven’t changed.

I’ve changed.
I’ve grown.
And I’m not a kid.
Not anymore. 

If you’re gonna come over, cool.
But if you say you’re gonna come over then never call or text back to tell me you’re not gonna come over, that’s not cool.
You needa stop.
Before I stop answering you’re calls in the first place.
K bye. 

I was gunna go, twice got rejected -.-

is so lame <3 hehe lmao

Ima give it a little bit more time.
Just to make sure I’m just not exaggerating.
I hope.
I just hope. 

To soundtracks from films/video games soothes me:)
And I don’t care what anybody says.
Alright.
So here’s the scoop.
I’ve opened my Mac for the first time this break so I thought I might as well post something up here since it’s been awhile.
Umm.
I really don’t know quite what to say so I’ll try to make is short.
I’m going to Prom in 18 days (again).
I’ve fallen in love with my bed.
I have to finish Supernatural by the 24th.
Assassin’s Creed 3 isn’t coming out until another 6 months and I’m gonna kill myself o.o
Umm.
I want a Tattoo.
There’s food in front of me but I have little appetite.
I have weird music in my iTunes library.
There’s no curse words in this post. Let’s change that.
Fuck.
Much better:)
And finally.
The way I’m starting to look at people is different.
Really different since I left high school.
There’s a thin line between a lot of things and I’m trying to find out what exactly this thin line really is.
What’s defines the line?
Idunno.
Maybe I’m rambling.
But there’s more to that then just this.
But I shall stop.

And you all should listen to “The Crossroads of the World” because that’s what I’m listening too and it’s relaxing.
Bye now. 

Is the last word for this post.
Where do I begin?
It’s been months since my last real post.
It feels as if though it was just yesterday that I wrote in my notebook.
Way before I had my Mac.
Idunno.  I feel as if though I’m taking a lot of things for granted and It kills me.
This is just a bunch of random rambling that I’ll look back at when time passes on.
Feel free to be nosey.
Umm.
Where Im at right now is not exactly where I expected myself to be during my high school years.
It’s a trip how shit changes. It’s funny too.
I’m two different people, but yet the same person.
Or in others, two sides of the same coin.
Drinking, smoking, what does it matter.
Let me tell you.
In the right environment, it’s appropriate.
That’s the best I could put it into.
Predicting the outcomes of situations only tests how well you know others, and actually seeing them come true proves that you know them well enough, something of which I’m spot on every time.
Just own up to what you say dude.
Don’t backdown from it.
I have an amazing girlfriend.
I have amazing friends.
We do dumb shit but who doesn’t.
I can be classy when I need to be.
Don’t be quick to judge.
I’ll always be there.
I like helping and listening.

Until next time,
Farewell.