Wow.

Ok Blogspot, I haven't blogged recently since the death of my Aunty, but now I think it's the right time too.
So me and my boyfriend have been doing things, yes we've not been together for the longest of times, but i trust him- and he trusts me. I don't think i've ever had feelings like this for anyone else, except him. He makes me happy, beyond belief, and I love nothing more than seeing him practically everyday. But now he's left school, he's in the year above and he left school last Friday, and even if I didn't see him that much in school, I miss seeing him around school, and I didn't want him to leave. I never did in the first place. Knowing that he's not in the same place that I am worries me. I'd never, EVER - want to lose someone like him. But that isn't the point of this blog. The fact that I love him more than anything is one thing, but the point someone else felt that our secrets were something that could be brought into normal convosation is another.
I love this girl, so so much- and I always will, even if she has told an entire class of people about what we've done. You can't make me out to be some kind of slut though. We've done things, that's our buisness no one elses. Who I chose to tell, is who I chose to tell. Not anyone elses choice. As much as I love her, I hate her at the same time. She's done things, but I don't blab about it. Merh, tommorow will just be another day of having people say things, or pretending it hasn't affected me. You know who your true friends are when you know they'll keep your secret, and mean it.
I love her, but I hate her. Bit awkward if she was Marmite, but hey ho!-
End of the blog, I've spent the entire Health and Social writing this, but meh!-
Much love, Blogspot.
BTW- I love Emily Walker, she totally didn't make me put that.