She thinks she's in love. She thinks shes in Spain. She isn't in love. She's merely insane!

Okay listen to this: I'm in math....playing Stagknight. Not taking the regents is officially the best thing thats ever happened to me....all year. Emotion check: Not so good but yet somehow still amazing. I still just can't keep everything under control. When i'm home alone i can convince myself i'm fine but once i'm actually there those feelings just roar to life again. It's eating me alive and i think i like it. Problem is i shouldn't. Yes i'm being vague but hey i can only say so much on a public blog. Blogspot wasn't invented for me to rant about all my issues (even if they're more important than everyone else's. kidding. obviously) . But whatever. I saw West Side Story again last night and for once i'm totally unashamed to admit i cried my eyes out. Fuck you Chino. Ahem. Sorry. Emotions got the better of me. Which they seem to have been doing a lot lately actually. Gab-world class confuser in q and a. I don't know what to believe anymore. I want to believe i'm the type of girl a guy could love but let's face it: i'm not that type of person. I'm not one of those girls that turns heads, that gets whispered about by the guys at lunch. I never really wanted to be. But for once i'm just considering that it sucks. Fazp...still looking for a birthday present for you. Yeah i know. It's almost my birthday and i still haven't found anything for you. Sucks. Oh well. Try try again....