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Remember when we had the streetlight curfew? We'd take hands and run home. We'd spend the days together and into the nights. We had no idea what day it was. It didn't matter. The hours and days all smoothed into one. We never wanted to let go. I lived in your letters and poems. In the pictures of you with your hair flecked with sand. Your eyes were a shade of blue that the sky never matched just right. When you said forever, did you mean just for today? You always made me smile. I adored the way you bit your lip and promised me the world. I wish we could have stayed 15 forever. Then this would never end. But nothing lasts forever. We were young and I guess these things just tend to fall apart. The streetlights are coming on, but you're dragging me further from home....
//le'sigh
Tis valentines day, and even though I have a boyfriend who I care about a lot. It makes no difference how much I hate this effing day. It's idiotic how we are suppose to go all out for the one we "love" yet it's the only time that most of us actually do it. If you love someone, love them ever day, Express it in little ways every day, not when the calendar says February 14th. It's commercialism at it's finest.
Listen up, yo;
;_Don't come to me with the drama I just don't need it.' don't call me a slut, when you shouldn't be talking and don't judge me on how I dress or whatever because you don't know me';
I'm sick of all you drama bitches talking shit. Okay if you don't like me, then don't pretend to be my friend, or don't go out of your way to try & make me 'miserable.' Go on with your life, & move on. The past is the past for a reason. I don't need fake friends; thankyou. Stop being so fucking immature, & grow the fuck up. Instead of stating how immature everyone else is & talking shit about them, how about you mature the fuck up. I'm sick of people who continually talk shit about me. Kay if you hate me soo much, why am I the center of the world? Are you that jealous of me? Because that's what it seems like to me. I'm not conceited or anything, & I don't mean for this to sound conceited at all but; Hating me, won't make you pretty. Got it? Honestly, move on, & stop trying to be all buddy buddy with my ex friends. Seems to me you just want everything I have. Well you're not me. You never will be. You'll never be as good as me. Face it bitch.
...Have I ever been in love?
Honestly;; No.
I've loved the person I thought they were.
But that's as close as it comes.
Then I find out;; they're like the rest.
//The END