Every few months or so, my school hosts a dance. Almost all of my friends attend--boys and girls included. I'll skip over the finer details, for those are boring.
After every single dance, I fall into a state of depression. The first time it happened, I didn't know what was going on... it was all very confusing. Then, after the second time it happened, I finally realized what was happening.
And I know exactly why I get depressed after dances, and exactly who is responsible.
After this dance though, I was even more depressed than normal... because someone said something that was just really stupid. I know not to take it to heart, but I still do. Whenever it gets silent, her words echo in my ears.
I am trying to ignore it.
But, in the meantime, I am busy with getting happy again. It takes some time, a lot of acting, and some lying to myself. But, since we are all being honest here... I will no longer be lying to myself. Today I busied myself with blog banners and html code, and rain.
And I started a new blog.
It is a diary, and I am the only one who can read it, for now. I may open it for other people, but I need someplace to store some of my real thoughts, because I want to be able to go back and remember things.
*There were no html edits this time,
but there may be some in the future.
I know this post was horrible,
but I needed to say something,
express myself somehow.
And "bee" is not misspelled.