Interesting Request
(Got this from Zahn.)
Okay, I have no idea what that’s about, but whatever. It’s on the Poetry Contest thing. Describe with one word my impression or opinion of her, and then type this sentence in an entry.
I got a note from Melanie about the situation with Jason. I don’t know what to do about it. A hundred secret rooms in his mind, and I have no idea if I have the keys. It’s like, every time I think I’ve gotten somewhere, he sets a maze down in front of me, and . . . it’s like Hoggle, from Labyrinth. “Well, I’m only pretending to help her, but I’m really taking her back to the beginning.”
“My will is as strong as yours. My kingdom as great . . .”
God. I can come up with as many lines, quotes, songs, whatever as I want. Nothing helps, because the only one who can give me anything definite about his mind is Jaosn himself. I can speculate all I want, and though I may have an uncanny sense with my specualtions and guesses, in the end, that’s all they are–guesses. He’s the only one who can give me anything definite. I hate people who say, “I think you do this, and that’s why,” and whether it’s true or not, they believe what they think. If it’s true, okay then, but if it’s not, then you shouldn’t have someone so heavily believing such a misconception. I don’t want to make misconceptions about Jason, which is why I ask him what’s going on in his head, or if something is true, or whatever. But . . .
I don’t know. I don’t know what to do, here.
Well, I can’t do anything this weekend. He’s at home, and I’m not gonna be able to talk to him until Monday night, or knowing my luck, Tuesday when I see him.
::Sigh:: It’s always the people closest to me who can rend my heart into so many pieces. Why is it alwasy the closest people to me who decide to, though? Just once, I’d like it if my friends stayed my friends, and my enemies were the ones attacking me. But then, do I have any enemies? Not really. Yeesh. With friends like I have, I DON’T need enemies. Scary thought. But then, friends can hurt you more than enemies ever could, anyway, so it balances out. In a scary, disturbing, I-don’t-want-to-think-about-it-anymore way.
Okay, I remember this song. I put in Labyrinth, and I’m listening to the Magic Dance song. It’s good. Especially considering the private joke Dolly and I used to have with what David Bowie looked like . . . LOL. That was hysterical.
Well, I guess I’ll go. I want to rant more about the whole thing with Jason, but not right now.
–Notes–
Of course the people close to you hurt you the most. I don’t think you desereve that, no one does. But the way I see if..if you didn’t care about a person a great deal, them doing something wrong wouldn’t hurt as much. The more you love someone, the more pain you’d feel if they wrong you. Besides, one only needs the good friends that make them feel comfortable and safe. The rest are aqaintances. [SolarEclipse]
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Also…Jason is intriging to me. I’d love to know some of what is going on in his head..but the rest would probably scare me. In any case..good luck with the whole situation. Once again, I wish I could be more help to you. [SolarEclipse]
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lol no… it’s a thing going around that’s being passed around from diary to diary apparently. I got it from Zahn, which is someone who is also in the contest. You’re supposed to copy the directions into an entry so that people will leave a note with a word describing you. Get it? 😛 [*Poetry Contest*]