This is the end.

So I noticed only one person noticed my poll. Haha.
And that one person, whoever you may be, wants me to write about boys.
So for that one person, for myself, and for Spencer, who will probably never see this...


[It's much better with music, but it's difficult to portray that through a blog.]

Don't tell me that you love me;
Don't tell me that you care.
All of your lying
Is far too much to bear.

I am never good enough for you
I am never good enough for you


Don't worry about me,
I am doing fine!
Just keep on living life,
And I'll keep living mine.

I was never good enough for you
I was never good enough for you


You were the only one who understood.
I wanted others to, but only you could.
And because you knew everything from the start,
You knew the perfect way to break my heart.


Someday you'll see that we
Were perfect for each other,
But when that day comes,
I will have another.

You'll come begging
On hands and knees.
Don't you forget
To say pretty please.

Not that it matters much.
I know who you are.
You are nothing more
Than a liar.

You will never be good enough for me
You will never be good enough for me


You've said it once; you've said it twice;
You've said it many times.
This is the end. This is the end.
This is the end.




Despite all your lying,
Despite all the pain.
I know anyone,
Good or bad, can change.

So I'll be here waiting,
Silently.
If you ever want
To come back to me.

I know you have said,
That this is the end.
But maybe someday
We could be friends.

Golly gee.

"I want to drink milk that's straight from the cow..."

Thanks Mallory. That was hilarious.
So currently Mallory's sitting next to me eating the ice cream cake they bought me,
and William and Jordan are in the kitchen making Yerba Mate. Jordan's obsessed. >.>

I've been really tired lately. Like really. Like I can't hardly keep my eyes open most of the time. And yet here I sit. I got back from taking Taylour home around 2145, and my mother, Mallory and William were watching home videos from when I was tiny. Normally a teenager would be at least a little embarrrassed, but no. I was really freaking cute. Still am. Why would I be embarrassed?

Anyhow it's ten minutes till 0100hrs, and we're still up. But I shouldn't be.
But we're going to watch Mr. Deeds, so...

That's why I'm awake.
Bah.

It's been so long since I've blogged, but they started Mr. Deeds, so...
I can't pay attention long enough to type.

So there.
Deal with it.