Oct 19, 2009 22:47
I feel like a bitch and I'm kind of okay with it. Your desperation marks my success, and I hope you realize this is only tough love. It's not like I hate you and want to see you suffer. I just can't stand you like this and you need to change how you treat people. I hope you understand.
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You're my favorite thing in the world and you're not even a person. You're a dog. The best dog. Ever.
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I want to know you. I want to hear your life story. I want to see you cry. I want to play with your hair. I want to sing with you. I want to dance with you some more.
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I think that's all for now.
My grades are abysmal. IB is not my friend at the moment. I am passing four classes, though only one failure is even remotely difficult to break out of. At least my German and Bio grades are apparently on steroids. I will keep on working. It's just a wake up call.
Speech has been suffering. I need to cut a piece - tonight. After homework, though. Well... we'll see.
The "archy and mehitabel" poems by Don Marquis are currently my life.
I guess that's all.
ib,
life as it stands,
speech,
grades,
letters,
archy and mehitabel