I wrote this for a myspace survey, but turned into something much deeper.

Ever since that fateful day, I haven't fully been able to trust you. I forgave you more easily then some other people, but it doesn't mean that I completely forgive you. You lied to me, and then showed me how you didn't care about our friendship right in front of my face. We used to be best friends, honestly and truly. And ever since August, you can't even seem to make time to be my friend. You always are with your other friends, and it shows that you've changed. On your birthday this year, I got really pissed off, and I couldn't even look you in the face. When you asked me what was wrong, I had to lie to you, because you're such a nice person that I couldn't bring up how hurt I was. It wasn't until I realized who I was talking to, that I realized that the only reason you were talking to me was because I was talking to all your new friends. You only come to me when you need me to buy tickets to your band's show. It wasn't until lately when a friend pointed it out to me that you've been using me, no matter how much I denied it. I just didn't want to find something wrong with you, I had this perfect image of you in my mind that I didn't want to alter. Writing this has got me to thinking that if you haven't realized what you've done to me, then you really have no idea whatsoever.

More then enough people have pointed this out to me, but I think it's time to move on.







Listening to: Chelsea Dagger- The Fratellis

Many things make me lulz.

I just found out that I'm part scottish! I don't know why this makes me so happy, but it does. Actually I do know why this makes me so happy but I really don't want to share that information with you now, lulz. I've recently become very very amused with Doctor Who and shows associated with it (i.e. Torchwood). I've never really likes Sci-Fi before but with the right actors and the right story lines, things can go very very good.

I baby sat (or mothers helping, whatever) two halfies today. The two year old girl was the one I spent the most time with, and she was good for most of the time. The 6 month old baby was adorabibbles. He was so good, he just chills and watches TV. When we went for a walk, the two year old wouldn't stop screaming (I later found out that her mother could hear her halfway down the block) so I stopped the stroller and got in the front and said "If you don't stop screaming for your mommy, I'm going to make this a longer walk and you won't be able to see mommy for a longer time" and then she quieted down. I feel like baby sitter of the year.

I'm loving life =]

Hi, My name is Emily.

currently listening to: Brat Pack by The Rocket Summer