I guess it's true

that if u get punched over and over it no longer hurts ne more, ur body grows an uminity.

hearts do that too.

lol it's funny...wat happened last night...yes, extrememly funny.........................

boo and i had stayed up late, i dont remember why, but i remember i was chatting online. he fell asleep on the couch, so i went over and woke him up. i remember i was rlly cheerful, and i was telling him how much i loved him n' stuff. (dont go all EWWW sappy! on me now, just read) then i notice there's a plate on the table, and a can...and a cup, and salt. so i ask him wat he wants to do about that, and he asked me if i could put the stuff away. i agree, after all, he was tired. when i come back he's asleep again, so i pull off the covers and pull him up, also trying to support him in case he falls. meanwhile im rlly playful too, so i try supporting him by holding his stomach, but he goes: "wat r u doing???"
i laugh and explain how i was trying to support him, i dont remember the response, but we start heading upstairs, before that i briefly say, "i wonder where dusty is." lol now here is the FUNNY part.

as we're going up the stairs i start pinching him and poking him playfully, saying "im going to keep pinching u till u climb up the stairs! :P" he stops because he notices dusty, and i see him pet her, meanwhile im still giving him pinches. next thing i know, he turns around with a rlly mad look and starts hitting me, well, hitting my hands, saying "the cat is here, listen to me! why arnt u answering me! you wanted to see the cat!.." and he's making whining noises. i stare at him, shocked, meanwhile he keeps on saying, "didnt u want to see the cat!??!!? ANSWER ME." everything turns silent, we both stand there, him glaring at me. "say something~!!" he says. i open my mouth, but nothing comes out, he drops his hands and stomps upstairs rlly loudly, flopping onto the couch.
i stand there a little bit more, and tears began to fall down my cheeks. it felt like if i stood there, on those stairs, id b standing in a place where no time existed....it felt like i cried for a very, very long time. eventually i managed to go upstairs, many emotions plegging me, my hand hurting.
in bed i cried more, knowing that he wouldnt "tuck me in" like he usual does, knowing that he wouldnt come to me and ...be the one to wipe all my tears away.
eventually, i stopped, and i felt nothing, in fact i could laugh still.....sleep came uncomfortably, and i dreamed about him. i dreamed that i had confroted him about the incident, and that he didnt care...he would laugh at me and say mean things, he would say that i deserve the things i got. when i woke up my bed sheets were everywhere, i would wake up on and off. it was a horrible night, one i was plagued by.
now sitting here there's a numb pain in my heart, he's still asleep...so i keep wondering..wat will happen...wat will happen.

isnt that SO funnywhy did it happen............?


watz wrong wid me........ha......haha............Jeqoejpo31eu
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