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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.

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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So, I was perilously close to being giddy in that last post.

I'm here again. I actually tend to blog more when I'm in Colorado....

So, since I know you're reading this, Chance, I have no idea how you feel about me. I just have no idea. No idea. None. I tell people that you might still like me. Hopeful thinking much? Yeah. It's not a phase. Not on and off. I've never REALLY stopped liking you. And I'm totally embarrassed about facing you like this. But I'm just not STRONG enough. I don't know what to do. Every time I call you, I'm thinking, Should I talk to him about it? What should I say?

I'm so FUCKING confused. I'm totally frustrated right now, and I'll probably call you in a few and tell you to read my blog. But really, Chance? You're retarded. Don't take that the wrong way, but...ugh.

It's been four paragraphs, and once again, I have managed to say...NOTHING. So...what do I do? I just don't know. Moving on:

I'm going to be in California next week, and it's eating me alive. Every second I spend here is driving me more insane. I swear to GOD, today was like five million years to me. I just hate being alone. I'm so alone here, though I'm surrounded by five other people. No one knows how I feel, and it sucks.

Labels: bitchin, colorado, idiotidiotidiot, stupid, summer, weak

Well, well, it's been a few hasn't it?

But what do you do when it's 4:40 in the morning and you can't sleep because your sister's dog woke you up?

That's right, you post on your long forgotten blog.

I'm not completely over ______ James. But he doesn't make me happy. Isn't the person you "love" supposed to make you happy? ______ James just remained painfully unresponsive(<----clue!). There is someone that makes me truly, deliciously happy. I won't post his name on here though(<-----clue!). I posted a lot of blatantly obvious poems on the forum we both go to(<---clue!). If he didn't get it then, this freaking blatantly blatant post should clue him in. Because...well, not many people read my blog. Two girls, one guy. Hard to narrow it down, huh? (CLUE!) He doesn't like me though. But it's alright. He still makes me happy. I started thinking about it about two years ago when a certain friend of mine told me about how happy I was when I was around him. (CLUE!!!!) Yum, intoxicating coffee. I'm just not going to put anymore clues because it should just be freaking obvious now.

OOOOH! I know, let's play hangman!

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Okay, well...that's all then.

Only I can't stop thinking about you!!!!!!!!! *goes slowly insane*

Labels: *dies*, *headdesk*, beautiful, Chance, happy, stupid, unresponsive

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