Andrew got drunk last night...
Heh, not entirely sure what it is that disgusts me about that. Maybe because I figured, if anyone, it would be Andrew that would stick through the thick and thin of life to live up to my morals. But I guess if he knew the skeletons that were hiding in my closet, then maybe he wouldn't feel so different than I am feeling now.
I'm not entirely too sure why I have this blogspot. Maybe its because I start school in ten days, or...perhaps its because I've got nothing better to do than write mindless banter across the screen to post on a page that has...oh, one, watcher? I digress...The Art of Marissa Gonzales may yet be retired in its tender youth but that really all depends on how OTIS goes over the next two to three weeks. If, for example, I end up making actual pieces of artwork. Now wouldn't that be a sight.
I wish I had something more to update. Life goes on and on, with or without them. For now, all I can say is that I miss my boyfriend. He isn't a distraction, he is my best friend. And I miss him.
Signing out....
Marissa
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