The Melancholy of Wentz Gossi

Why can’t I just be the person I want to be? Why is it that, in the years that I’m supposedly finding myself, I’m being held back from my wants and desires due to my parents? Why am I so depressed and stressed out over–nothing or…maybe it is something and I just haven’t found what–or who–has been troubling me so much.

Who knows, maybe I am a bi-sexual, bi-polar, panic attack ridden, number1 fan of FBR/DecayDance bands, and a racially confused girl but–how am I to know unless I discover my surroundings. Maybe that’s what I’m trying to find out through this, that and, I’d probably go crazy without some way to convey my feelings. Either way, I want some type of closure before I leave Johnson and, possibly, Eri.

I’d be so lost without this girl if I hadn’t met her three years ago. I’m not saying I’d die without her but, I don’t know…there’s something there that, whenever she’s away, I have this constant stabbing at my side and a throbbing headache, I’m not saying I love her either. It’s more like a sisterly connection, me loosing Eri is like…a younger girl watching her older sister move away from home.

And even if I did like her…it just…no, I don’t like my best friend and “adopted” older sister. That’s just–that’s just wierd. Unlike Mikey and Gerard incest, me and Eri o.O?!…No, it would be like incest and, a very awkward incest pairing at that….

But that drea,–I actually liked the idea of that moment in SixFlags and…I always seem to get the feeling of admiration and enjoyment whenever I’m with her…**sigh**just like Erik. But doesn’t every best friend get that way when they’re with the person who understands them the most?

**Sigh**Welcome to the Melancholy of Wentz Gossi everyone.