My weekend was a good one. Friday we got our cable cut back on, Saturday we went to Gulfport, MS to get mom's friend Kelly then she took us to Mobile, Alabama for mom's friend Amy's wedding. We stayed in a nice hotel. And I mean NICE. It was probably the nicest hotel I've ever stayed in. We got ready and literally walked across the street to where the wedding was. It was in a museum. Amy looked beautiful and she looked really happy. I saw my cousin and grandparents since they all know each other from church. Mom got to see some people she used to go to church with. The reception was awesome. The food was amazing. The band was.....hot. Me and my cousin Ashlynn danced like complete morons with Amy's mom. Then when some of the kids there got fussy, we went back to the hotel to babysit. I wasn't saposed to fall asleep, but I did. Then me mom and Kelly went back to our room and talked about farts until 2 in the morning. Sunday we left. We went to this seafood restaurant and I ate lobster dip, a cheeseburger, fries, and macaroni and cheese. I was hungry, then when I got home I exploded, and I don't mean vomit.......anyway, we watched "The Mist". It was stupid. Everyone was too calm for me and no one barely panicked. Cool death scenes though. Well.....I'm hormonal right now, so I guess I'm kinda sensative. Today.....my "friend" who.....I literally dated for one day in my life, but practically have been dating for October, really hurt me today. He doesn't mean to, we both just.....offend each other. Anyway, I like hug him or whatever in between classes and today someone asked if we were dating. I said no, then made the mistake of telling him. He got all weird and wouldn't even touch me because "I'm not his girlfriend". I've told him how I felt before. He tells me he loves me all the time. Then today he's got a problem because of what one person asks. I got really upset. I feel like I can't ever be good enough for him. I've tried, but I don't want to say "Just forget it". I've done that all the times I've lost friends. God.....I hate him because how worked up he gets me. I know....I'm 14, "what do I know about love?". He screws me up sometimes. Too bad I can't do a thing about it.
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at least the weekend was fun, right? :)
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