Sunday Morning

This morning, woke up to Jansen's call back calls. I don't know the more we talk about it, the more its like we're better we believe we're stronger. But it doesn't stay in my head. It goes away slowly and slowly. its like breaking up is one step away. Though, I cannot take things so personal I can't always believe that everytime something is wrong breaking up is just the simple answer. Breaking up is just the easy way out. And I don't want to get out. I do want to be with him. The more and more I talk to him the lesser I feel like everythings going downhill. But then afterwards it gives me that heated feeling like its just gonna go downhill once more. Here I lay on my bed wondering when my mom will finally get ready to go. Wondering when "it" will leave my mom once more. Waiting, until my hair dries for something to be done. Listening to my blogspot playlist. Every second wasted just wondering, waiting, thinking. When I could be doing something, like la tarea. Boy, does my Spanish skills suck. And so does my grades. Yet my mom does not know. I guess driving in October is a no on on a count of my poor grades. Hopefully, I dont leave the year with low ass grades to make me go to summer school or something =/ that would definately ruin me. So much worrying and stress. I wonder where it goes when I don't think about it again. It goes to the back of my head, until it comes up again. 12:08, Need to read before we depart. Blue Skinnies, Black Sandals, White V-Neck, Red Ring, IDs & Keys, Teal Bag. I leave.



I've became more quietier than usual, I think its better that way.