Ugh...I couldn't go shopping for a dress, because my mom was too "tired". Which by the way, makes me angry. Because I wanted to wear something new. Why? Because I feel it's important to wear something new to a dance. Instead of wearing something for the fifth time. But I guess it's no big deal, I can try and find some things to make it look cooler. But who knows...as long as I'm with him, I guess it doesn't matter what I wear. I want him to dance with me though.
And Sarah, just for the record...I am the reason he doesn't love me. Because there is no other reason. Look at me, it may take a while to love. It could be tommarow, or tonight, or maybe...never. I hate to admit that, but he could never love me. He asked me out that morning because he was bored. Not because he has loved me for ages and he just decided that he wanted to. But I hope you're right. That he loves me soon. Because I need to hear those words. I need somebody who will always love me. Never hate me. And somebody who I want to tell everything to.
I hope we dance. I really do. A slow dance, not some rap dance that's really annoying. Because they are annoying. I wonder if they would put up a Rod Stewart song? That would be awesome! A kiss to build a dream on. Or The NEarness of You. Either Rod's version of Norah Jones' version.
Sorry! I love those cartoons! They are so cute!
-Azooga-
