Dear Criary,
I was haveing a great time at Marcel's party until the fun started. We were playing guitar and no one seemed to care about me playing. Everyone was playing over me and I was just keepinging the rythm or something like the bass guitar isnt an important insturment.
Then the cake was served and they just put the cake in front of me and started cutting another peice. They didnt ask me if I wanted a peice, they didnt care about my decisions. I did want a peice but they could have asked first instead of just assumeing I was conformist.
Then Marcel asked me to spend the night. I really wanted to but I think he was just asking so he wouldent have to bring me home................. Marcel is my only friend.
 rick1234443 · Mon May 29, 2006 @ 09:59pm · 0 Comments |
