jeanius goodfuck
nearly sixteen under construction. you know how it goes.
Some people take responsibility for the things they say and the opinions they speak out.
I am not one of those people, so let me get a few things straight. Take whatever I say into whatever
context you like. It may be the right one and it may be the wrong one. I will not take responsibility
for your thoughts on my thoughts; that's your own to decide. Just know that I never tell the honest
truth. Maybe half of it, but not all of it. Thankyou for your time. The x button is in the top,
right-hand corner, btw. Cheers, jean.
Today is the last day for me to be completely honest. Well, as honest as I want to be.
I started crying to that last night. Only because I wish shit like this actually existed. Fall in love, get hurt, and move on only to find out someone else hasn't.
Maybe I'm just in love with drama.
But I realised how weak I actually am when I realised I was crying to this. Even now just watching back on it and I'm tearing up. I know why I'm nearly crying but I don't want to admit it. Admitting it would mean that it's actually real, and once it's real you can't take it back. You can't un-real things. And I just hate myself for being so weak and stupid and caring too much.
I wish I was a heartless bitch who felt absolutely no emotion.
Anyway, 14 hours until 2008 is over. I'm going to go enjoy it. Or not.
