That guy with the blueberry blue eyes that look like they can see your translucent soul like a snap of his fingers. He´s about your hieght with black hair in his face, and he sweeps it to the side all the time. He does the same things that you do. He hurts like you. He was hurt like you. He thinks like you, and is so insanely perfect. The only problem is that he doesn´t love you anymore. Well, that is my situation. I hate this. I´m a touch of a control freak, (scorpio-control freak, yea, scary) and i hate it when I can´t even control my own emotions. Hes somewhere in Louisiana. I´m in Mexico on a school trip. We always wanted to travel together. Experience all the different cultures, and right when I get the chance to do it, and he could have come, we end. I see these people holding eachother in the chair next to mine. It reminds me of us when we were. Always licking eachothers emotional wounds, always there. If it wasnt for him i would have probably committed suicide so many different times. I hate this meaningless life. Isn´t there something more meaningful than homework and frivoulous activities like shopping and chatting about hilary duff and her latest boyfriend. The girls on this trip of mine sicken me. Their not caring whats going on. All that they want to do is go shopping and chit chat about everyone else, not even realizing just how hipocratic their comments are.
they like to talk about how other girls are sluts and oh my GOSH is she wearing a bra today? Who cares? If she gets saggy boobs when she gets older, who´s problem is that? I miss this one guy from Louisiana. I live in Minnesota. I wonder what he would be doing right now. If I would ever be lucky enough to be a thought in his mind.... I miss him so much, it hurts so much.
I´m doing what I´ve always wanted to do. Travel. I´m in Playa del Carmen, and while all the others are out shopping, I´m in here writing about him. Even when i try to think of other things, kiss other guys, do anything else, it doesn´t work. I hate this so much. I hate the fact that he has more control over me than I do, and he doesnt even want it. I called him last week after about a month of non communication,a nd he was still being passive. I hate the fact that he´s gotten over me but im still obsessing over him. I feel so stupid. My black belly shirt is drenched with my tears, luckilly my plaid skirt is fine. Imma go now,
Your forever plagued soul
Avarice Manson