So, i'm this sensible, reliable 15 year old, and i drunk too much and was really ill and my mates were worried and had to look after me when they should have been enjoying the party. And i told two boys that i like them, well actually i said it repeatedly in that loud forceful drunk way. One of them i don't actually like. I don't think.

Or maybe i do. God i'm too tired and hungover to know. I loved him when he played the guitar. I could have sat there forever, just watching his hands as he played. I fell in love with him. He could have proposed to me at that moment and i'd have said yes, no hesitation at all.

But he didn't, and its unlikely he'll ever come anywhere close to. Especially now he's seen me throw up all over beki's house. Actually, i think he carried me round most of beki's house. Then he told me i needed to lose weight. What a nice boy. But oh when he plays the guitar....

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* the marks of memories forgotten
* wasting emotions, over again
* intentions, and such
* nothing unusual, nothing's changed - just a little older, that's all (damien rice : amie)
* now I understand! It doesn't make sense because it isn't supposed to