So, last year after I broke up with my boyfriend I was rather lonely. So, to coop with my lonliness, I created myself the perfect boyfriend. Mel June Davis. So far I've written about eleven pages worth of random facts about him.
This would be the extent of my boredom and craziness.
serena is cooollll (don't ask)
So, anyway, it makes me feel...weird. Like, psycho weird because people always make fun of me, they stay stuff like, "How loney and desprite can you get?" But I'm just like, "I have an overactive imagination, ok!" But really, on the inside I'm like, "Does that make me lonely and desprite?" It's not like I take it compleely seruiously. I don't "talk" to him. I just play out little daydreams with him in my head. And I don't deny dates because I'm "dating" Mel. He's just a little thing I did in my free time for fun. It's just my awesome complex mind at work. If that makes me weird, I don't care. I'm proud of my weirdness, and Mel,
Friday, October 31, 2008
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