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Jan 28, 2006 02:24

my best friend took a week's vacation to forget her, his girl took a week's worth of valium and slept

god i love this song.

sometimes i feel that way. but then the feeling goes away. nothing serious.

i don't trust boys.

i want a boyfriend.

but i dont trust boys.

he's not going to remember to call.

i don't want sex. i want love.

but boys here want sex.

i'll never be that girl talked about.

i'll be the one with the guys talking.

but never cute. but do i want to be cute?

i can't slut it up. i dont know how. i dont want to.

but that's what guys want right?

i'm not what guys want.

am i willing to become that?

no. because no one wants loud, angry, black girls.

because in the end, isn't that what i am?

loud, angry, black, prudish?

oh so very prudish.

i don't want sex. i want love.

i want him to call tommorrow.

but i know he wont.

it's 2:29 am. goodnight.
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