Friday, October 31, 2008

What are you suppose to be?

Dang, if You don't know what I am stop asking questions already its getting old and i absolutely hate repeating myself. Call me a Zombie for crying out loud. Well my make up is prettty much yeah =/ Kristina you did a wonderful job. But I think it needs more than a few touch ups and this and that, I really cant stop looking at myself in my sunglasses. Its because my satisfaction of my make up do not go ftw. But we'll see tonight when Kristina really does her work, you guys so stop being so "harsh" on it a-d. But its okay, I like how he critizes to make it better, I can handle it. Cute is what we aim for, shirt, Size small. Not youth. Its the cutest shirt I own so far. Make because cute is already aimed for. This is definately a useless blog, but I'm in computer apps with twenty five minutes to spare. Bookmakrs and microtype completed. I have black make up on my finger tips from all the smudging and trying to fix it. I need my foundation =/ I need to find it when I go home. My hair is long, I'm going to keep my extensions. Well today is a very wonderful droll day, but later on tonight is when the "freaks" come out.

Last night, we finally talked since our "break". And it made everything so much better. I felt so much stronger, I told you how I felt and you continued to just tell me more. More, you do so much for me that sometimes I wonder if I can give you everything that you need. I'm telling you that I love you again. And it is true. I wonder if you believe me? Or if there's still "that girl" that your keeping that eye around everytimes she's near you. I know I tell you I hate her, I don't. I'm sorry. I overreact, It was my fault why I'm hurting. I put myself through all this pain for what, just to make myself cry even more. Only because, I wish I have you. I wish you were here. I wish that tonight, when we're under the stars once more. Your eyes meet mine, And your hand touches mine. That we get closer and keep on looking around and at eachother. The first time. The first time that connection sparked. Maybe it can happen again. Maybe, just maybe all hopes aren't crushed. I love you.


I wanna be your girlfriend for halloween.

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