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...you can't eat hate with a fork and butter.
i sit, pondering where to go from here. you don't make decisions like this at seventeen. nobody should. i'm tossing an idea around in my head, anything to find a way aout of this, and any road would be better than dissapointment.
my eyes narrow, and an idea comes to mind;;
just say forget it. just turn around and take the coward's way out, girl (you know you can do it).
i stand up and start walking back and forth staring out the window at the street outside. the rain boucing off the pavement makes it look like there are thousands of tiny water fountains extending from the ground.suchsimplethingsamuseme.;;
let's not talk about this i want to scream. let's not even think about it.
is italy really an alternative.?
will i die on my wedding bed?theguiltcouldeatmealive