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tonight was a fruad....
and i went home and felt shitty (becuase of her or becuase of him???)...why should i feel sorry about her?....she was the one who practically forgot about me...and its funny how i put on my best smile and laughed at peoples stupid jokes and made some of my own...and cut chelsea's hair and spilt soda on my pants that were already dirty beyond all recognition....and put on some more smirks and giggles and actually had fun hanging out with people and started to feel like this year wasnt going to be spent with my face in a text book with my friends growing ever distant....and then i sat there and listened to a guitar being played....and its funny how i was smiling for real and at the same time it was killing me to talk about her and be around....just to be around again i guess...talking like...nothing had ever happened and like i wasnt still hurt...
i've got better things to do now than talk about their 2 sorry asses.....
i try not to think about it....
and thats the way i like it