os, i haven't been blogging well because i'm writing a book... i know it sounds weird and alot of you that read this are gonna be like, ha a teenageer writhing a book, i doubt it, and i don't really care becasue # 1 its unn, # 2 me and my bff harper are writing them together, and #3 it's never gonna be publisheed becasue we took the idea froma video game, that were addicted with and we do not have copywrite licenses. so oh well, this is more ot less for us and our friends. well, to night is Cowtowns prom, and i must say its going to be interesting, its being held in someplace way far away from here so there having a small reception at the school for parents and other people so they don't have to drive all the way up there to see the kids.
my mom is getting ready to paint her bedroom, were going to paint it yellow,to go with ther carpect. i think its going to look nice.
so i had a dr appoint ment the other day and she told me the meds that are supposed to help arn't working, so i'm taking a higher dose to see if they work this time, and she says if this doesn't work its the turing point, that after this i don't have a chance of overcomeing this. i'm really not afraid, i know it'll be my day when it's my day. you can't fihgt it, because if you do, you'll miss out on the things you should ahve savored
so, this is to u......
ur nt a bitch, i was talking about a different friend, one that admitts she's a bitch.. its a joke we have, and truth is .. its not phase, i'm your friends yes, but i can't be your best friend any more, you've broken my trust to many times, and you know damn well what i'm talking about, plus, you always think, things are about u, u thought i was calling you a bitch, you always thiink ppl are talking about you, you take every comment to personal. so yeah, maybe you've become a bbetter frined cause you have, kinda, and i don't expect you to be perfect but hteres more to being a bff then being non dramatic.... and non skanky, there are other things, like learning when to put someone or sothing aside to save your friends ship wether it be a guy or a pair of shoes, if our friend ship really was that importana to you, you would have thought about me, back then, and becasue u didn't... i can only be your friend now, not your bff.and if you believe i worte this to bash you, believe hwat you want, i shouldn't have to defend myself, because everything i said is true, and i believe you know that.
Friday, May 23, 2008
paint, prom night writing a book trying to stay alive, and alleged drama
Posted by Lizz L Lindsay at 12:09 PM
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