Drizzlin',

sprinkling.
pouring.
misty.
drenching.
rain.
valentine's week.

Cuddling only feels natural only when its with you, you douchebag/asshole/jerk/darling/sugga.
Good natural, passionate sexual chemistry we goin' on between us baby.
But I'm the 'other' girl. Only the other girl.

Getting over. Forgetting about J. Not a bad process you know? I didn't lose anything. We had nothing. Or so it seems(ed).
I was losing my mind over a tiny error. You got another babe, glad you're happy.
I got my mind set straight. You were just a fling. I'll put it that way. It wasn't real. But thanks boy, for making me believe that it was though. Looking back, it was just a show, a front, a game, a lie, something other than the truth.
Why did you do that.
Was it because I always paid for everything?
Money was never an issue to me boy, sucks that it was to you.
But hey, good luck to you and your life.
I hope you find a light somewhere at the end of the tunnel. You were great for a bit.

Back to my life,
School is good.
Girls are good.
Cash is good.
Loving the colors and styles set for springtime.
Life is swell.
Can't wait for prom.
No prom date yet.
The only bad thing- no consistency, no stability.