| So it's back to this: tragedies. <33 No more drama. Thank you. |
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| You guys are so dumb (not that I'm not or anything). It amuses me to come home and read my wonderful comments that make no sense to me because people interpret my entries in such an in-depth way when what I wrote wasn't that important to me at all. Hahahaha. That's okay. It's not like I was straightfoward about that or anything. People love reading into things. Perhaps we all overanalyze. Who really gives a fuck. I'm so sleep deprived but it's all good. Off to Boston in three days. I won't miss you too much. Not these dumb comments anyway.
And no, Adrian, I'm not speaking only of you.
And while I'm at it. . .people (including myself) should think more before writing entries/infos/away messages because a lot of what they say totally puts down their friends who care a lot and try very hard. Nobody's got it super easy but it doesn't help when you say you're friendless when your friends are right there reaching out their arms to you. . .
I learned that way back in sixth grade when I was young&dumb (like I am now). |
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| Umm. . .reading those comments was kind of funny. . .wow. . .on an emotion scale, that had about 0.5 emotion in it. . .wow. . .seriously. . .I wasn't even ranting. . .hahahahahah. |
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| Good news: I made Vars Bowling. Bad news: I still suck.
Good news: I'm not taking any science courses this year. Bad news: I hate school anyway.
Good news: I'm going to Boston next weekend. Bad news: Um, my fingers smell like mustard even after taking a shower and washing my hands three times with dial soap and using Purell and then putting on hand lotion. . .
Good news: Esther's staying over for almost a month. Bad news: She stole two of my drawers for her clothes and we have to share a small shitty room.
Good news: I got my permit. Bad news: My parents still won't let me drive (even with them). |
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| So tell me. . .what are we. . .because I'm falling hard and I'm falling fast and I hate hitting the ground. . .are you going to reach your arms out to me or are you going to turn away scared. . .or are you falling too? I don't know if you'll ever tell me. . .that makes me hesitant to tell you. . . |
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