captain almighty (fuck you)

man.
so much for being great friends last year.
alright. first and foremost, i dont have anything against drifting apart. i'm not one to be sobbing after broken friendships.
but organising in threes
is pissing the crap out of me.
since when were sets done in threes?
what a bitch.
and i'm going to predict future sets are going to be done in threes.
well, all i can is, go fuck off somewhere.

training was. extremely boring.
rowed with j1s. so the only thing exciting that happened was getting the rudder stuck in a line.
everything's mighty unconfirmed for me.
dont know if i'm doing k1/k2.
and please, please, put me in nationals this year.
will be absolutely devestated if i'm not.

i like this. blogging in it's full naked glory.
no pretense. no shits voyeuring around
well maybe there are, but i'm hoping not many for now.

back to you. back to you. back to you.
what can i say.
i feel weirdly odd when girls sit around him.
and even worse, when it's j.
dont get me wrong. i'm certainly no over possesive freak. that freaks out when he talks to girls.
and i feel even worse when he seems to talk to everybody else but me in school.

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you dress up.
I hate the way you stare.
I hate your big dumb lanning obsession, and the way you read my mind.
i hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme.
I hate it, i hate the way u're always right.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when u make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around,and the fact that you didnt text.
But mostly i hate the way i dont hate you.
Not even close, not even abit, not even at all.

how do i loathe thee. let me count the ways.