It's a sure-type thing

yelled at caitlin for two minutes telling her to drive me to you.
yanked off my long johns and pulled on my jeans.


felt anxious and nervous, stomach sinking and rising at the same time.
one moment it's falling out my butt, the other it's falling out my mouth.


i have this crush, you see...
the way she wears her make-up, the way she sits in that sexy van...
the way she said hi to me..



her name's tine.



L-O-L
J-K.


you looked adorable, even though you hadn't showered in three days.
those ten minutes were the best moments of the year so far.


i'm a car crash.


shell station is officially a monument in cloverdale, CA.




life in cloverdale: amazing lately, for some reason.

opinions on reese: feel sort of sorry for her. i can tell she has no real friends, so she's trying to flood in with all of the popular abercrombie kids.


in the hallway, waiting for spanish to start.
i was staring at a couple outside the window making out by the wall.
..sounds creepy, but it was just one of those times where you're staring and then you realize what you're looking at.


reese was alone. and walked right in front of me.
didnt look at me.
not a glance.
not a word.


you don't look at me.
you don't fucking look at me.
you don't look at me.


be a fucking human being for once in your life.

you'd be one of those bad, sappy love songs that make people vomit.



..i can't even tell how much i look at you.
and you fucking know it.


PS. i think you're gaining weight.