| Current mood: | depressed |
I'm so weird.
Megan's got no time for me anymore, and when she's with me, all we talk about is Elvis. Elvis is a cool guy, and I'm happy for her that she has a boyfriend... But aren't friends supposed to be more important than guys? I guess it's easy to say that when you don't have a boyfriend, huh? She barely even lets me talk about the guy I like... It's always, "No, please, let's not talk about him." And then we launch into a conversation about Elvis again. Elvis Elvis Elvis. Strange name... It doesn't really have any meaning anymore, though. I've heard it too many times.
This makes me really depressed... I guess all the sadness that has been missing in the past few weeks caught up with me, and all the tears I've forgotten started up again. I managed to blink them back, but they're still there.
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