talking

Today started out bad. Woke up to fresh angry screams from dearest mummy. After she yelled at me all morning, i picked up claire at 2:30ish. We drove home and me and claire decided to watch a movie. We had a few choices, but after my mum insisted on us watching a movie we quickly decided was quite gay (as in gay happy!) so we switched with another one bout a white guy crashing his plane and surviving with an eskimo chick. it was pretty good. We then were fastforwarding through the first gay movie for fun to the good parts. It was nicholas cage's first major movie. and he had the WEIRDEST line ever. soooooooooo weird. anyways after that my dad had us barbeque the chicken and we spied on daniel. We ate then went on a walk. We walked around the block twice and then just sat. We talked about stuff. The conversation ended up drifting towards what we really wanted. She ended up asking me what i wanted. I considered telling her, but i dont really care about what i want. Its much more important to me that she gets what she wants. I do want stuff but im just like eh whatever to what i want. If i tell her it might affect her decisions towards my selfish desires that i dont even really care about much. What makes her happy is really what i want. So i asked her what she wanted. She eventually said i wish half of 2008 had never happened (something along those lines). for a while we talked a small bit about the thing. we then went in and eventually her mom came and picked her up.

I dont know if she wants to talk about it any more. If she duz thats fine if she duznt thats fine. I just want whatever makes her happy and comfortable about this. Whatever makes her happy. Because i love her so much <3.

Looking forward to tomorrow.

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