Saturday, March 10, 2007
Contemplation
I feel kinda like a pruned rosebush. At the very peak of my bloom, and bright happiness, the winter came, and all my flowers were cut away. I will grow back. And I suppose no one meant any menace in the pruning. But it does hurt. It's ok, though. Weekends don't always have to be fun, I guess. Being alone...like the number 3 in a bowl of alphabet soup.
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Your not the only one you know. My older brother has more social interaction than I do on weekends and that is saying something. Maybe you should take the initiative and invite someone over.
You're right. I guess we did have something planned, for a project in English, but then it didn't work out. I was just kinda disappointed about it. And then I didn't really have the heart to try to plan something else. I guess I just fail at planning things...
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