Yes, if you read my last journal entry you'll notice I mention a certain a*****e name David Vasser. We have a like/hate relationship, he pisses me off on numerous occasions and we never get along, unless we're acting, and no matter what mood I'm in he still finds that perfect thing to say to make me so angry I want to find the closes thing to me and hit him with it. Well that's the hate said. I like him. he's smart and hansome, and just a little taller than I am. We're almost identical when is comes to personality, except I'm prone to act crazy with my friends. He's a year older than I am and very mature despite his age. like I said, I like him and no matter what I can confess it to anyone but him. I knew I liked him when I saw him on the 1st day of 8th grade, we met halfway through 7th. I didn't tell anyone untill the last week of school. I never told him, but I miss him so much that I've been making a picture with little black hearts with his name in it surrounded by a background of my name in red. The black hearts show how miserable I am without him and the red is that angery I feel because I chose not to be with him. At the very end, I noticed that I have now begun to refer to him as "my" David though he'll never be mine. Perhaps one day we'll either meet again or god will show me someone better for me later in life.
 Avaida_Dream · Sun Sep 24, 2006 @ 02:18pm · 0 Comments |
