Can become something lovely.
And today was one of those days,
It began with having to wake up.
I've had many an issue with this lately,
And then driving with somebody I'd be most apt to describe as
An annoying dick.
All offensiveness intended.
I was not looking forward to anything.
But now,
I am content,
Peachy-keen.
I'm glad my friends exist.
I'm glad they're my friends.
If they were anyone else's,
I'd be jealous.
But I do love them so much,
And we are all woven tightly together,
Each, one strand of an unbreakable rope,
Wound all together.
And I'm sure people claim to have the best friends ever,
Because face it, who doesn't want that?
But I honestly claim mine to be the best.
In my opinion,
Nobody beats my friends.
I hope they know that I think they're the best.
They certainly ought to.
And I'm excited and geeking out
Because I got a symbolism dictionary for Christmas,
And just bought a new book of poetry.
I'm itching to write.
To swim in poetry again.
I'm also in desperate need of another poetry geek to talk to.
It's very difficult to geek out by yourself.
And I may as well mention that I still miss you.
And sometimes, sadly, things remind me of you.
They always do, and it's strange.
I'm not fond of the feeling of missing someone I've never had.
But you don't possess people, of course,
There just isn't another term for that.
I once overheard a conversation where a girl was saying things like
"I've tried so hard to get him!"
"I do everything he wants and he still goes after her instead."
You don't own people.
You shouldn't own people.
Everybody is their own entity,
And I don't want to own him,
Not even close.
We couldn't even own each other,
No.
I just find it odd how I miss someone
Who was never that close.
That close.
I certainly wish we were that close, though.
How strange that would be.
I've imagined it a hundred and one times,
But my ideas are so frivolous and preposterous and glamorized.
They all end up like in the movies.
Sappy and silly,
Something no real person would ever say.
Oh, it's horrendous.
But it keeps me entertained.
And if just one of my little fictional scenarios ever came true...
I'd be utterly aghast.
How lovely.
I shouldn't rant about him so,
But being the teenage girl that I am,
I cannot help myself.
He's cute.
And I did indeed say it aloud several times before burying my face into my pillow at five in the morning,
And my best friend said to me,
"Now you actually sound like a teenager."
But oh,
He's adorable.
And I don't so much care what anyone has to say about that.
Here's a secret-type-thing.
I'm quite a jealous person.
I just thought you all should know.
I'm so jealous.
Of what,
I'm not exactly sure.
But I am.
Alas,
I'm tired and plan to sleep for a long, long time.
So I bid thee adieu.
When I dream,
It's of you.
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