frustration at its finest

Yeah, that would be me.

*Folds arms and pouts.*

OK, I had a revelation while I was in the shower tonight.

There are three levels of the, "Could be but didn't," relationship.

I could be talking about somone in particular, who knows, I'll never tell.

There is the first level. Level One. The, "I like you," "Oh I like you too," level. Where you basically just flirt with each other and get to know each other. Like friends that hold hands.

Level Two is the, "Ok let's think and talk about this whole thing rationally," level. Where you talk and think about it and come to a logical conclusion that it won't work, and you agree to be friends.

Level Three is a level I didnt know existed until I actually thought about it tonight. Level 2 is Goodbye. Goodbye is sort of like Level One but with a sadder note player towards the end.

And that is the end of the, "Could be but didn't," relationship.

I think that's kind of deep, maybe. I don't know.

Everything is packed and waiting for me at the front door. My two suitcases, my sleepiung bag and pillow, and my backpack. Can you tell I am ready to leave this place? I am.

Final Thoughts!

John, I was serious when I said, "Call me." I missed you tonight by like 5 minutes. It was awful, and I really need to talk to you before I leave and it really is a month since I have last talked to you.

Daddy's aren't supposed to tell their daughter that they're fat. Especially when they've looked the same for almost 4 years. Just shows how much they pay attention.

If I get an attitude when I start college, Sarah, it is your responsibility to hit me with a car, or something of that nature.

I wish chocolate was free.

I'm done.