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spends countless hours hidden in the cave of her room blogging, doing homework, sleeping and sacrificing virgins. Not really. that last one was a joke.
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Friday, January 9, 2009,10:04 PM
Damn.

I'm still finding my way out from under you.
It's just when you look at me, I can smile. I freaking had a dream about you. Damn. And I'm writing about you, whore. People smile at me when I say I'm over you. I'm not obsessed. I'm not. Not anymore. I still care about you. ALOT. I want to ask you if you read my blog, if you say yes, well, shit. If you say no, well, don't. Don't do it, PLEASE. There's a lot of things on here that aren't completely true anymore. And what's with freaking Jenny glaring at me all the time. Maybe it's just early, and stuff, but I have a feeling that it's more. (Paranoia! My whispers say to me. ) I really want to be Jennifer's friend. She won't let me. Shrug.

The one thing about jumping into nothing is gravity. I'll fall somehow. I was totally jealous when I saw you two walking together. I'm stalking you. not really. Sarcasm is my friend. heehee.

Jesus. we are polar opposites. Even if you are the sweetest guy on the history of the planet. I'm not as attracted to you (thank god) anymore. And I get annoyed when you look at me all the time now, but that's probably because you're making it so damn hard to get over you. Jeez.

Well, Damn.
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