Nothing to write about again.

I swear, if I had something to write about I would throw a party. Literally. I've been siting here for about three hours. Nothing at all has popped into my mind. This is so stupid. I hate being bored out of my mind, and not being able to do a thing about it. If I could go outside, believe me I would. Its almost twelve now. There is nothing on T.V. No movies that interest me. You would think there was something to interest a teen at night. Not to the nearest. My team lost today. Two games. We were in first place. Now were in third. Oh well, we have a tournament next weekend. The only thing that bothers me about that is I'll be gone all weekend, with no chance of seeing her. You really don't understand how much she is to me. She thinks she knows, but she really has no grasp on how much I love and want her.

I sit here thinking about what I would do if I never had meet her. Neither of us knew that first day of aftercare would start it all. Or that day under the tree. Its really crazy how things that mean the world to you start. She means the world to me, and much more. At least I don't have to watch my brother tomorrow. I still might not be able to go to her house. Which sucks.

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