12 times. 12 months in a year. 12 more experiences. 12 heartaches.
2 hearts.
When people lie to me, I am more than just angry. I am amused. Lying seems so simple now, so accustomed to people. We seem to believe that people will never figure out our lies, so we think nothing of it. False hope, someone always figures it out.
I think it's funny when people lie to me. Of course I'm angry, hurt, whatever. But I also find it funny, because I know that they are lyng. People seem to forget that I have a stellar memory, and they don't expect me to remember small details they told me once upon a time. I do. I always remember. I remember things so well that it actually scares me when I can't remember something.
I miss you, and I've thought about you every day that you have been gone. I'm glad you haven't forgotten about me.
I've missed out on some experiences. A lot, actually. Some good, some bad. I never thought I would have experienced so little by this point.
I thought high school was going to be different.
Grad is like Christmas. There is so much building up to it, then after one day it's over.
2 hearts.
When people lie to me, I am more than just angry. I am amused. Lying seems so simple now, so accustomed to people. We seem to believe that people will never figure out our lies, so we think nothing of it. False hope, someone always figures it out.
I think it's funny when people lie to me. Of course I'm angry, hurt, whatever. But I also find it funny, because I know that they are lyng. People seem to forget that I have a stellar memory, and they don't expect me to remember small details they told me once upon a time. I do. I always remember. I remember things so well that it actually scares me when I can't remember something.
I miss you, and I've thought about you every day that you have been gone. I'm glad you haven't forgotten about me.
I've missed out on some experiences. A lot, actually. Some good, some bad. I never thought I would have experienced so little by this point.
I thought high school was going to be different.
Grad is like Christmas. There is so much building up to it, then after one day it's over.
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