You're at the top of my lungs

I need guy advice. What a cliche.
Because we all know what a popular kid I am.

I don't know what I think I'm doing. I never realised I was such a mess. This is hardly fair. Everything seems to fade and I can't focus when I'm around him. Everything else is just background noise and I hate it.

I'm obsessing over something I'll never achieve, never acomplish. I'll probably never tell him, I don't think I'll have the guts. For anything else, yeah, but not for this.

I look back to the first line of this entry: I'm just a kid. I don't know what I want, I don't know what love is. I'm crying at night over a guy that doen't even know I like him and it's pathetic. I'm being to hate myself because I just can't stop the racing thoughts going through my mind. I can never usually sleep, and this is just adding to my insomnia. I haven't slept for more than five hours in weeks and I can never seem to stop thinking about him. Now, even when I'm doing simple things like getting dressed, I stop and think about what he'll think of me if he sees me wearing it.

I don't want to do this anymore.

I'm obsessing over him and we're both too young for him to care. I think. I don't know anymore.

Someone save me?

-Xo

But I can't. Becuase even though I can't breathe through my nose, I can hardly speak(apparently, singing with a sore throat yesteraday didn't help much), and I have a headache, I have an orthodontist appointment at 11:00.

Now is the time where everybody says "Eww..."

So, yeah, Ew.

This journal entry had no point, other than to make me feel like I'm doing something. Ignore it.

-Xo  

"And the collision of your kiss, that made it so hard..."

This is my first real journal entry in what seems like forever, so here we go.

Honestly guys, if you haven't figured it out by now, I'm not 43. Seriously. I'm not. When I put that as my age, I didn't actually think people would believe me.

So, yeah.

Got back from vacation yesterday. Woke up early today from the phone being in my room right beside my ear, and I didn't even fall asleep until 2:00, so I'm trying to live off of 5 hours sleep.

Gah.

Finally bought the Gym Class Heros CD and the Marianas Trench CD. Thank God. I've been looking for the Marianas Trench CD since it came out in October. If I didn't find it, I probably would have gone insane.

Well, more so.

Ummmm, let's see. What to write about? Hmm.

Okay, I've got it.

Last night, during my five hour's sleep, I had a dream that me and my friend Matt were kidnapped by Bono. We threw plastic tiaras at him to escape and then we went to The Academy Is... concert where Matt stole the banner that says "William, Your Hips Don't Lie". Then we ran away.

Wow, I'm not doing much to prove my sanity, am I?

Oh well. I'm going to stop writing this entry now. I'll come back when I have something better to write about.

Possibly.

Love and Drugs,

Liz