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| Melindy (profile) wrote, on 12-31-2002 at 6:59pm | |
| Current mood: distressed Subject: Love. |
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| When people talk about love, they dont talk about the obsessive part of it. The part that makes you mad at their parents, when they drag them somewhere, or (in my case) at football, which will drag Jason away from me probably more easily than his family. Or how mad you can get at your own family, tearing you away. I dont know how many times I have screamed at my mom and brothers because they were trying to keep me away from him. And then there is that responsibility you feel towards them. Like, I feel responsible for keeping Jason happy, for taking care of him (at least in a sense) and being there for him. When I talked to Jason about his graduation, and when he told me he would rather have his cousin there than me, I practically started crying. I couldnt speak to him, I was so hurt. I just sat there, staring...because he was trying to deny me my responsibilities. He finally changed what he said, saying he didnt mean it. I know it isnt likely I'll make it down to Austin to see him graduate, but he could at LEAST give me the chance to do so. I mean...Mia will be driving soon. What am I saying, Mia's parents would never let her drive down to Austin only a WEEK after getting her license. Hey, Mia, I thought your parents were supposed to trust you a bit more after your quince, not tighten the leash? But really. Dont take it wrong, I love having these responsibilities, and I certainly would rather be mad at my family over something like him rather than something...really bad. So yeah...Love is grand...its just....I dunno. It can be very, very frustrating at times. Well, that's all I really had to say. I just had to let out how I was feeling right now. ~Mindy P.S. Sorry it took me so long to update. |
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| Anonymous | 01-03-03 3:45am When I talked to Jason about his graduation, and when he told me he would rather have his cousin there than me, I practically started crying. I couldnt speak to him,
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