*sigh*
i wanted to write about how i feel right now in my diaryland diary, but i think mark & the rest of my friends are sick of hearing about it. over & over & over. it's so dumb, i can't help it. i started thinking about clark around 11:30 this morning, on the 40th offramp into yakima, and have continued since then. i wish i could take everything i feel and combine it into one little sentence, but it's just not that easy for me anymore. i remembered how i wondered what he thought of my town when we got off that exit; and how i kissed him & showed him things i thought were important. i was saying, hey this is my life here, i want to share it with you. how that very first day, we went and saw "the ring" at mayra's house, & shan was the only person there that we knew, because kayla was on house arrest and kristine wasn't there yet. i wore my favorite jeans that day, the flares written all over with pointless stuff. how we went and picked up tyler & alyssa, and then went to the mall so you could get your hair cut. i ran my hand through your hair & told you how good it looked on you. i let you drive my mom's car a few times, and kept expecting you to know where to go, leaving you making fun of me for forgetting. blah. stupid little memories. i'd almost repressed them all.
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