I Never Wanted Anybody More Than I Wanted You
And The Only Thing I Ever Really Loved Was Hurting You
I Never Wanted Anybody More Than I Wanted You
The Only Thing I Ever Really Loved Was Hate
Well I believe it is time for an update.
I went outside last night to relieve a bit of stress, using the remains of a stress ball (more like a sunflower) I destroyed as fuel for the fire I would light.
How I love the smell of burning.
But I learned something rather interesting. The foam that the stress ball was made of is a wonderful source of fuel. It holds a flame well and keeps itself ablaze for a fairly good amount of time. Kinda like I retain stress.
This stress? Well its rather like a build up of all sorts of things. Shane throwing in an extra 3,000 lb weight of inadequacy hasn't helped much, but thats all finished with the burning of a bridge. I simply have to find my lighter and then, like any other of my problems, it goes up in flames. At least I could only wish that things were that easy; setting matter on fire and it all dissipates with the material, but at least the inferno supplies a solace of sorts.
Speaking of solace, or happiness, Mr. Jimmy and Mrs. Donna have been joined in marriage some few weeks ago. Kayla's sister has moved out of her house, leaving her to her long deserved slice from the sanity cake. Also, there is Homecoming at our school this coming weekend.
My date for the night is none other than Raymond (I couldn't be happier ^_^ [if I could make that face any bigger I would...])
But I believe it will be if nothing else, very interesting. To be honest I didn't believe that it was something that I would find myself able to do, considering the circumstances. I suppose I could say it was suprising to have things come together for once. And for this year, I may manage to scare or possibly suprise my school peoples because my dress will not be black. Ooh, I'm on a roll! Kidding, but I do admit, I am the most enthused I have been in a few years.
Other than those few things, I believe there is nothing left to type. As for this coming weekend (and what may happen inbetween) I will update on it later. I am hoping that I will not have to have the dragging sensation all week until that time, but I will have to see. Until then, I am gone.
-Nombre un deseo, encantador.-
Yes, that is for you.
Yours Maniacally.
