and im not talking about the skinned knee i got from falling down caitys stairs on the way to patricks car, which sucked because i missed the very last step, and with my heavy backpack and laptop just toppled right over and SMACK on the concrete. grrr. had an hour long, really interesting, and fun talk standing outside in the cold with pat just now, but from my point of view it ended badly. no details cause i'll get over it. just sucked, hard. and i realized i have no one that cares about me the most out of anything. everyone has someone. my dad has zoe. my mom has my brother. pat has his brother. nell has jonothan. rachael has kira. caity has jessica... and so on. i may be equal, but never the top. i sorta got left out in a way. lame. ugh. but i'll get over it, as usual. might light some incense before bed. just gonna lay for a while and think...
patrick bought me flowers. for no reason. arent they pretty?!
we all want to be someone's number one. the damsel in the story, the delilah to her samson. but just remember that that doesn't mean you don't count to anyone. you're a beautiful beautiful person who is loved dearly to all of us, and you know our lives would be filled with less laughter if you weren't in them. you know for a fact that jonathan, you and i make the dream team. the originals. so never forget that, okay? get it, got it, good. xoxoxoxo just remember you are loved very very much, ESPECIALLY by me. no one else is my hobbit.
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