...another pity party...

i miss boy. *collapses with need* not that i have him even when i'm around him, but at least i can look at him.

i dreamt that he asked me to prom.

unless i'm hallucinating, his girlfriend (ex?) is back from timbuktu. fuck. not like i had a chance with him anyways. urch.


d'you reckon i could convince mum to let me do independent study high school next year? i didn't think so either.


er, yeah.