I wrote this when I was sixteen.  When I knew nothing.  It was the entry I made after I lost my virginity (and knew it wasn't love).  It's funny how far I've gone since then.  (I still don't call a damn thing love.)

Haha, I'm so god damned angsty.

Chorus, god damn it, sing

its been nearly a year.

Jesse doesn't have to know about this. This will be my
/>little secret. Me and this internet world of strangers. I
don't make promises.

Something scares me in the way I know more than him. He's
technical and tactician, but try to describe the way the
canal sings at night and it flies over his head. But he's
young. and so am I.

Either way we lost our virginity under the cold
dissapproving stars far too young with not even a chorus to
cover our sins. And that's the cold hard truth. Another
part of that cold hard truth is the way that I ignored his
I love you and tried to slip into my innocence as easily as
I did my panties. In covering three friends make a food run
with queasy stomachs (that's the weight of the decision).

But he doesn't need to know about this. Not only for the
fact that it's dealing with him... but something tells me
he doesn't know what I love you means. So as I'm saying it
to him (we're better now.)he doesn't understand what he
thought he did. We're only children. (and sex isn't
everything they say it is)