Sacrifices have to be made, to stop the spread of heartbreak.

Hello everybody.
I kinda don't know what to blog about at the moment.
I let it all out last blog, for those who read it, haha.
Yes, I'm sorry. It was very long.
My computer is acting funny, and its not letting me put some more tunes on my iPod.
Mayyyyyyjor bummer.
Hopefully, I will be able to put some more on soon.
I'm kinda going through a "I need music to help me get over/move on/feel happy/to explain my self through the lyrics" stage.
I'm sure you know what I mean, its just pretty hard to explain I guess.
Oh well.
He tried talking to me, sort of.
And by talking, I mean texting.
Cause that's the only way he can talk to me.
Anyways, I'm not answering... why should I?
He sort of chucked my heart into that paper shredder.
And why doesn't he just go and talk to her?
Cause he likes her sooooo much. Right?
I just wish that I knew this from the very beginning.
Then I would have never gone down this road.
I feel like a tool.
But its not like I have anything against this girl.
If she knew she'd blame it all on herself... but I guess I deserve all of this.
I dragged her into it, cause I was such a damn coward.
Karma sure bit me in the (SWEAR AH) this time.
So now I can't tell her what happened... cause I don't want her to get hurt, too.
Urgh.
Anyways, on a happier note - I had a pretty awesome day.
I made six dozen cupcakes!
It was pretty great. I don't really know what happened to all of them, though.
I brought them to the pool, and my bud handed them out... and now I have no idea where the tupperwear containers ended up, let alone the 6 dozen cupcakes.
Hmmmmm.
Swimmers are very, very fat.
Yet, it's a wonderful thing.

Torching the Smoke,
Leahpeia.