i like boys again. in fact-- i like them alot. i enjoy kissing them and them kissing me. although, i havent done more then that since he left. i miss him just not as much as i did. in fact in starting to detest him for hruting me for ever loving me. or saying he did i truely believe he never actually did. but anyways. he's as a happy as a lark now. having moved on in a moment. im not. i try to be. but how could i be. everyone is so happy. and has something to keeps them going. either a someone. a lover a friend. or a something. a drug. or addiction. but what about me. you are my friends. and i love you dearly but no ones always there. all the time. and no one can deal with everyone. and my drug or addiction? i dont DO drugs. i dont smoke. i rarely drink. and when i do drink, i get drunk even less often. so its like. uh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeea nothing to really fall back on. its slightly harsh. and the boy i do en d up liking after you if i dont end up comparing them to you, and having them fail... they dont like me. you fucked me up. damnit. but thats okay. cause as much as i miss you. im getting over you.