And there it is again: that looming accusation in the air every time my brother looks at me. He's like Jimminy-fucking-Cricket or something. Oh God it makes me so mad!
I've started watching True Blood, and I'm hooked. It's way better that Twilight and has more style than the Vampire Diaries. The werewolves are either bad-ass or really hot, like, as in fucking manly hot, not Taylor-Lautner-omg-he's-so-cute hot. The vampires are serious and cool, they don't act like fags and mostly don't look like one either.
Saturday is home-alone-day. Yeah. Would have sounded good if I didn't have a younger sibling. And an official boyfriend. All of which is a good enough reason not to trust me and asking my neighbor to check on us every now and then. I'm going to die if that woman speaks another word to me, I swear. My ears hurt just thinking of her.
I know it's not right to compare, and I know all I write about is guys, but you know what, fuck this shit. My blog, my rules. You don't have to read it.
D has called me, what, maybe three times since the last time we met, otherwise it's just E-Mails and texts. I went on a holiday for two weeks and the boyfriend calls me five times. Now tell me, is that not a reason to think he's a sweetheart and good enough to be mine? It is, isn't it. Just saying.
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