i expected she would be there in the morning.
	i just want-- archives so i wrote something here and didn't post it and... grr. mom's being an evil wench. so i'm dreaming of toreno even though i know it's impossible. who am i kidding? myself apparently. i want to be there. i want to skate. i want to be an olympic champion, for christ's sake. which is crazy. and stupid. and i'm going to scream if mom doesn't leave me alone. i sit and listen to songs and choreograph programs. dream of a life i could have had if i started skating at four. hmm. (moron alert.) i'm sick of michael and skye's relationship. whatever she says we're not in this together. it's him + her and i'm the little third wheel that sometimes tags along. i hate that they have each other and i have no one to tell everything to, no one to trust my very essence with. i have a blogger. whee? god damnit. i just want to be someone i'm not right now. i just want a best friend. i just want someone instead of having everyone. posted by tragic on 10:37 PM