if you pick at a scab, it'll just bleed again.

this is picking me apart inside. so. without further delay, here are my messages.

1: i wish i could tell you. but i cant, cause it won't help to tell anyone anything.

2: okay, so i know i've hurt you. and im sorry. but that doesn't mean i'll change. cause you know why i act this way. if you want me to change my reaction to you, then you should change your actions. i'm sorry, but i can only try to be your friend. and that is hard enough as it is.

3: stop trying to be the middleman. cause you're not. i know you're doing the communication, but please. what do you want me to do? and what do you have to do with this anyway?

4: gah, imy.

5: i'm sorry, but i can only be your friend.

i hope they never find this.

-aveline.

campout, blog still neglected.

it was a lot of hard work, but it all payed off.

we had an amazing campout this year. it wasn't what we expected (or maybe it was) but thats the beauty of it. just the candid-ness. how we can just let go around eachother and be so unexpected and weird, but its not unexpected or weird to any of us cause we know we have weird moments. like seriously guys. b-boying + gymnastics in the dark was so fun, although that might have caused some injuries. and.. okay yes i was violent this year, sorry guys. -_-" i will hold back so much next year i promise. for your safety, i will return to the calm chaotic quiet state of mind that i came from, where the mayhem stayed in the brain. (:

now that its done, im sitting here exhausted with all the after-bite thinking to myself, "SUCCESS!". (:

and i hope you all sleep well tonight. cause i know no one has had a good sleep for the past two nights. i'll see you all for the rest of the week. haha.

im going to bed. goodnight.

-aveline.

p.s. i started playing with tumblr.