I am Really Bad At This

Oh man. I have been so bad at blogging lately. It has just been an extremely busy time. Whoever said that your senior year of high school is relaxing and carefree was wrong. Between IB, College Apps, and many other school related things it has been CRAZY!!! I also need good ideas for some blogs, so like I said in my last post (which no one really read except my new good friend Sara Pickett), I would like some ideas so if you have any let me know! ha ha. okay peace for now.
Song of the Moment:

In the heat of the fight, I walked away

Ignoring words that you were saying, trying to make me

stay

I said this time I've had enough

And you've called a hundred times, but I'm not picking up

'Cause I'm so mad, I might tell you that it's over

But if you look a little closer

I said leave, but all I really want is you

to stand outside my window throwing pebbles

Screaming, "I'm in love with you"

Wait there in the pouring rain, coming back for more

And don't you leave, 'cause I know

All I need is on the other side of the door

Me and my stupid pride, sitting here alone

Going through the photographs, staring at the phone

I keep going back over things we both said

And I remember the slamming door and all the things that I

misread

So baby, if you know everything, tell me why you couldn't

see

When I left, I wanted you to chase after me

I said leave, but all I really want is you

to stand outside my window throwing pebbles

Screaming, "I'm in love with you"

Wait there in the pouring rain, coming back for more

And don't you leave, 'cause I know

All I need is on the other side of the door

And I scream out the window I can't even look at you, I

don't need you

But I do, I do, I do

I'll say there's nothing you can say to make this right again

I mean it, I mean it, what I mean is

I said leave, but all I want is you

To stand ouside my window throwing pebbles

Screaming, "I'm in love with you"

Wait there in the pouring rain, coming back for more

And don't you leave, 'cause I know

All I need is on the other side of the door

With your face and the beautiful eyes

And the conversation with the little white lies

And the faded picture of a beautiful night

You carried me from the car up the stairs

And I broke down crying, was she worth this mess

After everything and that little black dress

After everything, I must confess

I need you