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hes such a little punk. always playing his guitar, using the computer, showering, sleeping, watching tv...i fall asleep (very rare) and he plays with his toys. i wake up and want to leave, and he throws a hissy fit. i pretend to go out the door....he doesnt chase after me til a few minutes later, what if i really left? whatever. hes fucking adorable. and i so deserve him, cos he really is great. i just like to pretend to bitch. no one has ever treated me so good. im glad i dont have to search all over and have my heart race everyday in hope someone will talk to me. his band is getting somewhere, thanks to my brillance. everyone says hes gonna be famous one day, and i believe it. people at school make him sign the stickers b4 he gives them to them. and he doesnt get it. he doesnt get how fucking wonderful he is and how everyone loves him. but hes mine. mine mine mine. =P