I would...really. No, I don't know. It's a good thought, but I really don't know if I would or not. That's all on that subject. It's quite funny that I haven' t seen or heard from you since Thrusday, I know you're gone and all, but it turns out it's quite nice too.
Mmk, here's the deal:
1) I'm highly confused on who you are and what you're really like. I already know what others are like and what not, and I've figured them out, but you are different. I look back and think about some things and what not and figured out some things about you that I didn't know before. Why you are so clingy with him and why you like him soo very much. I know now, because it gives you something to talk about. That's why I made out with I ever so many boys. Because, guess what? Contray to what you believe just because I slept! with a boy that has a girlfriend...did very very little with him (or so I'm supposed to tell you) I am not a slut. Don't ever call me "sluttish" because you're not that good of friend to call me a slut. You're just not. You're just a girl. That's all...anyways, back to the other person. I don't know...it's confusing you and you're fakeness slowly being introduced to me, you're fake laugh and the way you look at me and you know that I'm pissed at you and you're just as pissed at me, but you're not gonna let that ruin your day, but you know it'll ruin mine. Don't sit by me tomorrow, don't come be nice to be because you think you can, and all of that, just don't. Don't do what you think you should do in your situtaion, because I usually win. In fact, I more than usually win, I don't always win, but in most cases, I win and you lose, end of story. You're fake and I'm not...how do you like me now?
2) I'm blunt and I'm gonna tell you what's up even if you don't think it should be brought up. Why not just tell people what you think? I mean who cares if you talk shit or smoke pot or sleep around...you're my friend and you're gonna either get called out or you're gonna hear about it, from me. No one else likes to tell people how it is, but I do. I like to comment on things and make sure that my point is heard, because when I'm quiet in the corner then no one hears me, but when I'm me and I want to be the center of attention then it is different, you do what you want to do and I'll do what I want to do. You just can't have it any other way. It's quite funny how much you hate me for all of it, but then again you hate me because of that because I'm real and you're not. You hate me because I'm different than the rest of you and made something out of nothing, when you had it all handed to you and you made sure everything was the way it was supposed to be. You don't know how to take care of yourselves. You have a car payment that your parents tell you to pay..even if they are just "reminding" you. You have other things that you have to pay for and all of that, but mommy and daddy are there to make sure that you have all of things taken care of or watched over for you. I did it all on my own and what not...and I don't know what it is, but it gives me a different sense of who I am to make it all change, it's weird...I dunno...I have no idea what I'm getting at anymore because I just lost my train of though...I'll talk more on this later.

You say...nothing that I want to hear
Just tell me you'll love me forever
and call me dear.
I want...nothing but to be in your arms
But, I can't. I know that I can't
And I never will
I know that you never will either.
And it hurts more than anything else
because I know that you feel the same
I can't get to you...no I can't get to you
And nothing ever will be the same
I miss you
Yeah, I miss you I want you
To hold me, to love me, make it all better tonight
I miss you
Yeah, I miss you, I want you
to care about me to tell me things, to read my a story before I go to bed tonight
I miss you.