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allys/ponch/jamal/harold/ 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, June 19, 2009,6:31 PM
Lyrical Lies?
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 |
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