i’m that friend that has to walk behind the group when the path isn’t big enough. i’m that friend that gets cut off in the conversation. i’m that friend that gets left behind when i asked for them to wait for me. i’m that friend that doesn’t get invited to hang out alot. i’m that friend that if i want to go to the mall or some place with a friend i have to be the one to invite people to make sure i get included. i’ll always be that friend.
Trusting people is becoming hard
Keeping my grades up is becoming hard
Feeling pretty is becoming hard
Thinking happy thoughts is becoming hard
Doing work is becoming hard
Maintaining a friendship is becoming hard
Doing everything is becoming hard and I don’t like it
“Patrick and I went and saw a movie Thursday night at midnight and I was playing this game called “Make Patrick blush” which basically consists of.. making Patrick blush. He bought the movie tickets so I paid for a cab to the theater. I told Patrick our ride there was a surprise, I had him thinking it was anything from a limo to a semitruck. I had the cab driver pick up whatever cheap flowers he could cause I figured Patrick would laugh it off and throw them out, but he ended up putting them in the bus. He blushed a few times from that, and once when I asked the cab driver how long until we got to the theater because “My boyfriend wanted to get me in the dark theater already,” which resulted in him blushing the worst yet. When we got inside the theater we ended up throwing popcorn at this dude that kept saying “Shhh”, and when I say we I basically mean just me. Id throw popcorn and Patrick would slap my hand. Call me sadistic cause I kept doing it so hed hit me. Wink. Oh and yeah, grabbing his leg also results in a hand slap. Later on I had to piss and Patrick refused to let me go on his legs so I had to walk all the way to the bathroom. Being “sneaky” I came back in the other door and grabbed his shoulders to startle him, this resulted in him dropping the popcorn all over the floor. Haha. And last night we just laid around the bus and talked about things, I told him a lot of stuff Ive been dying to tell anyone, especially him. Everything he said made a lot of sense.. Im not one to get into personal details though. Its just amazing when you can find yourself even closer to the closest person to you in your life. Then again when doesnt he amaze me? Its funny how this little guy means more to me than anything ever could, how over the years hes been by my side when anyone and everyone else would turn their backs.”
Pete Wentz’s Livejournal, 2005 (via fallotubyo)
the year is 2059. a teenage boy swoops his hair, one side shaven. ‘yeah sorry,’ he says. ‘i only listen to real music.’ he pops in both headphones of his ancient device called an iphone. gangnam style is faintly heard playing through his headphones.