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Yesterday I saw a person who had AIDS. They came in and spoke to my class about it. Talk about scaring the hell out of me, now I def don't want a pee pee going into me. I felt really bad for the guy though. Here he was, standing her tell us about this disease so we don't have to go threw what he is. That's very fucking nobel. I just wanted to hug him, or shake his hand but since I'm ill I rather not make him worse. So I told him thank you, and he really didn't do anything. I wonder if he thought I was just being kind or if he knew I meant it. I really did mean it. I wonder how many people he has saved or will save. And I wish I could tell him that he probley saved me, at least making me aware of how to get AIDS.
I feel bad inside a lot, I wish broads wouldn't just like me because there curious and I'm nice. I wish they would just like me AND be gay. That never seems to happen. No one is gay anymore, they are just curious.
Tim is like a broad version of me, minus the loving god part. He makes me want to love god though. I'm really glad Tim is my friend. And I'm really glad he likes the book I let him borrow. And I'm glad that he knows how much the book means to me.
I feel bad inside a lot, I wish broads wouldn't just like me because there curious and I'm nice. I wish they would just like me AND be gay. That never seems to happen. No one is gay anymore, they are just curious.
Tim is like a broad version of me, minus the loving god part. He makes me want to love god though. I'm really glad Tim is my friend. And I'm really glad he likes the book I let him borrow. And I'm glad that he knows how much the book means to me.