Caren Briones.

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Take a chance with me, boy you know that I won’t do you no harm

  • Ohp, good day today! I didn’t get to finish Radio Rebel at Chris’s house though, so I don’t know what happens in the middle of the movie. WHY. It’s like that one time that I recorded Starstruck on Disney Channel and the recording ended before the actual movie ended, so I didn’t know if the two kissed or not.  They didn’t even kiss in the end, and I wanted to shoot someone in the face.
  • I’M SO CONFLICTED. I don’t know what to do when it comes to you; I feel like if I make one wrong move, I could mess up friendships that matter to me. Ugh I don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve never been in this situation before; I thought I’d never be put into this position, but I guess there’s a first time for everything. Ugh, it’s like I’m not allowed to feel how I feel, like the “Choices” poem for the english essay, hahahahah
  • Leilani is begging for my love; it’s kind of funny. I don’t understand why she wants me to tell her I love her so badly, because I’m not even that special! It’s like how I don’t understand why people are even friends with me.
  • Mom and Dad aren’t home for the night; it’s really quiet. My mom would be walking up the stairs right about now singing a Rihanna song in an ugly manner just to make me mad.
  • I’m honestly just waiting for all of this to be worth it.  I’m pretty sure the moment will come where I’ll finally be proud of the hours I’ve spent on all of this, but at the same time, there’s still a chance where I’m not going to experience that moment. I would seriously cry if I didn’t experience that one moment.  All of that work would be for nothing.
  • I still need to do my laundry and clean my room by tomorrow, but I haven’t even really started. I clean better when I have company over; I’ll just wait until the morning.
  • You make me happy; you’re such a sweetheart. I like you. That’s it.
  • I don’t know how I feel towards you. I really like you as a person, but so does everyone else.  They like you in the sense that you’re like, the most amazing person on Earth or something and I just can’t take it.  I guess it’s jealousy, but I can’t handle being around you because we all know who anyone would pick if they had to choose between you or me.  Ugh, I like hanging out with you though, so I really don’t know what to do about it.