| i have a boy that wears black cotton gloves.
well, not yet.
fuuuuuck. i've hugged you. now fuuuuuuck. |
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| love's an excuse to get hurt.the line plays over &over again in my head. &i cannot seem to figure out why. i don't believe love, between two lovers enough to get married, at least. i do believe in love within a friendship, but god knows that's been overseen &obliterated plenty in my personal experiences. i'd love to eradicate all of the drama that seems to hover over my life at this time. it's all too petty &way too high school for me to cope with. i have come the conclusion that
nothing matters in high school. call me a cynic, or what you like, but honestly, how many people are actually going to be friends &hold these grudges we do now, 20 years down the road? or even 5 years, for that matter. no one.
everyone will go to the grocery store &see someone from mrs. karg's first period class, ten years ago, down the deli meat aisle &avoid that aisle, just so not to have contact with them, because they dont care. they dont care enough about that time in their life to converse with that person who always handed back their papers without questioning where they sat, or what their name was. but im going to stop ranting on this subject because im looking more &more insensitive. [but what can i say? im a leo. ha.] but i will say that i dont hate Alex. in fact, i love her. i've never been through so much drama over someone just to continue being their friend. because i've never cared as much as i do.
let it be known that if she calls, i'll say hi.
[oh yeah, happy thanksgiving.] |
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| the four day weekend was good.
friday i'm in love. rjay visited &that's always unbelievably fun.
-not really, but you know-
saturday was chill. hung out with different people. fun until the sun went to sleep.
sunday was crazy. chillin with jobbie, eddy &thegirls. high speed chases were never better.
monday was also a good day. fun with random friends.
all in all a good four days.
damn, the kinison sold the fuck out.
our fingers cross stitched. |
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i will try to never again apologise for anything i do.
for i have all the intentions of doing what i do.
i will try never again to convey a faux image of myself.
because if i will not apologise, i shall not reproduce myself to other's liking.
-berly&.
man that was good.
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