|Current mood:|| annoyed|
|Current music:||Audiovent - the energy|
If i didn't have cheese like everyday, would you still wanna be with me?
So. as some of you know, I'm with Justin now. I've wanted this for a long time. I've loved him for just as long. He's wonderful. I love him more and more as each day passes. The way he holds me and touches me.. is just breathtaking. I'm glad he's here with me.
Anyway. enough with the mushyness. Justin asked me to be his choreographer when he goes on tour. of course, i accepted. I just hope i have this itchy cast off soon. It's hard to dance with a broken arm. Why, you ask, do i have a broken arm? well. A few days ago, i tried to talk to JC. He's so fucking fusterating. anyway, he pushed me away, literally. my arm flew back and banged into the side of his car. it's fractured in 3 places. so. now, i have a cast that goes from my shoulder, to my wrist. thank you, Jc. thank you. And people wonder why i don't bother anymore. I didn't lie about my feelings towards him, but it's stressful being around him. He won't let me in, and it's his own damn fault we're not together. I kissed him, not knowing he was with chris at the time. why didn't i know? he didn't tell me. then, i get yelled at by chris. so i back off. and a week later, without talking to JC, he decides he wants me? sorry. i move on quickly. i didn't want to break them up. if i had known they were together, i wouldn't have even bothered. so now he's miserable. it's his own damn fault. I'm happy now. I like where i am. So no, i'm not going to try to fix things between me and JC. you may call me a dick, fine. Don't give me guilt trips, telling me about how JC always feels like he's second best. waa waa waa. He's a whiney little fucker, and i don't want to deal with it. Dont like what i'm saying? take me off your fucking friends list. this is my journal, i'll say what i want.
moving on. Justin, i'll be around tonight around.......10:00pm eastern time. I love you.