• Well, if you read my "Freshman year" then you know i'm not exactly the "Coolest" person.

    In my Sophmore year, i had a crush on one of my best freinds, she's a tom-boy, but that's probly what i like about her. Anyway, i told a freind i liked her, which was probly a mistake, because he always bragged about how much she liked him, which i later found out was a Complete Lie!!!

    He told me they talked and she said she only liked me as a freind, more like a brotherly type of love. Oh, and did i forget to say? There were more then me and the person who lied to me who liked her, there was also one of my other freinds who liked her, though i didn;t know it at first, i always suspected it since he got jealous when i hung around her, and i got jealous when he hung around her alot. (Note: We were still freinds razz )

    Well, i found out later she had ALOT of people after her, and i probly was no competition because of things i did in the past can never change and i regret alot. In the end, i found out she chose someone who me and my freind didn't even know liked her, or to put it more clearly...We didn't even know him, and he was out of school alreadY!!

    When i found out, i purposely tried to start hating her, because before she came along, i was always alone, and it was better being alone because i didn't get hurt, so i figured i'd go back to that.

    But no matter how hard i tried to despise her, i always fell in love over and over again, and i always thought i was getting closer to her, to have her distance herself again and make me feel lonely again, and this would happen alot, so i needed a reason to HATE her (i know..... i am wrong -.-)

    I tried to get her to say something bad to me, or blame me for something so i could get mad and never speak to her again( No offence to women, but for us men, having a women as a Best Freind is hard, especially when you like her and she tells you about her boyfreind all the time)

    Well anyway, your probly wondering why my sophmore year entry is about my love, well, this WAS my sophmore year, getting hurt by her over and over again.
    (It still happens, but i've given up on her, but it still hurts my heart when i remind myself)

    I guess some people are just not fated to have a Special Person.
    That's not very surprising to me anymore, and yet again.... i had summer school. -.-

    Atleast it's not as bad as Freshman where i got shot in the knee, but this year i broke my knuckle....Rather, it will never heal perfectly, it doesn;t bother me to much, but it is difficult to handle with the types of workouts i do.

    I guess since i'm a Junior now, i'm scared of the future..... No, rather, i don't want the future provided to me now, i don't want to live where i am until i am 30+, but i guess that can't be helped.

    Well, anyway, that is my Sophmore year, no really embaressing momments.