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isn't it so cool that the day i find out he was cheating on me, i have to see the bastard at a show... and he even attempted to talk to me. fucker.
i snuck into the public pool last nite and went swimming... it was a good time, except for brutally tearing my foot open on the pool bottom.
torture is realizing how strongly you feel for someone you see everyday, and are too timid to mention anything because you're afraid of rejection for the 485785897667th time, not to mention a loss of friendship, and the introduction of some really awkward situations...
whatever.
i need to stop ho-humming.
it's fucking hot. and my inhaler isn't working. breathing seems to not always be an option for me.
i snuck into the public pool last nite and went swimming... it was a good time, except for brutally tearing my foot open on the pool bottom.
torture is realizing how strongly you feel for someone you see everyday, and are too timid to mention anything because you're afraid of rejection for the 485785897667th time, not to mention a loss of friendship, and the introduction of some really awkward situations...
whatever.
i need to stop ho-humming.
it's fucking hot. and my inhaler isn't working. breathing seems to not always be an option for me.