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I’ve been thinking…I do that a lot. I’m really happy that I hardly watch TV anymore. The only time I ever watch it anymore is when I get really tired of thinking. I’m really happy that this year has gone this way. I think back to who I was and some of the REALLY stupid shit that I did and said and then I think about how I am now, and I like to think that I have changed a lot. I am trying really hard to be someone that I can like, and I think that I’m almost pulling it off. It makes me feel really good when someone walks up to me and tells me that I used to be a prick, but that now I seem like a decent human being. I actually want summer now. I can feel it in my bones every time I sit in Nicool’s garage and every time I stand in my driveway waiting for Brandon to pick me up. I feel it when I walk outside to take out the trash and when I walk home after weights on Friday. I think this is going to be a great fucking summer. I want to spend a shitload of time with my friends. I am so lucky to have friends that help me out without even being asked. Most of the time they just do it by being themselves. I’ve done this before and most of them are painfully obvious, but whatever.
I make fun of your ass for no reason so much, and you hardly ever seem to get truly pissed off at me even when I cross the line. You’ve been there to give me rides and to give me advice all year and you do it with hardly any payback from me. You do a good job of keeping me in line when I start grasping for attention or acting like an asshole.
You have had a lot to do with who I am now because I used to look up to you a little bit. You can be really cool, but you also have a tendency to get offended and pissed for no reason. I still hope that we’re cool though because I still consider you my friend. You should take some of your own advice because it has helped me a lot.
Jesus Christ, 11 years old? You’re a sick fuck sometimes, but you’ve still been sort of like a best friend to me since like the seventh grade. You’re another person that gives me tons of shit with little to no payback. You’re one of few people that I could go to Starbucks with for 4 Friday nights in a row and still manage to have kick ass conversations with. I hope you don’t move to Seattle.
You amaze me sometimes with the way you manage to go through life hardly ever hurting anyone. You seem more innocent than most other people because you don’t even seem to understand why other people hurt each other sometimes. Despite this, lots of people treat you like shit. Fuck them, because you are seriously one of the nicest people I have ever met.
I stopped being close to you almost as fast as I started. I have told you a thousand things that I have never said out loud to another person. I have never lied to you before and I won’t start now: if we became friends again, I would feel really happy but even if I never spoke to you again I still wouldn’t lose any sleep over it. Even after I felt like shit for so long because of you, I still care about you and I’m still grateful to you for the things you gave me and the things you helped me learn about myself.
You make me feel like a better person because if I can make you stop hating me, I can do anything right? Even though we don’t know each other that well, I still feel like I can trust you just as much as anybody else I know. I have told you a few things that I haven't told people that I'm much closer with because you don’t seem to be the type to stab others in the back.
You’re another person I am glad doesn’t hate me anymore. I judged you unfairly because I can be stupid like that. I’m glad that you are more open minded than I am because you have never been anything but cool to me. I hope your life turns out well.
I know of about a hundred people that absolutely despise you, and not one of them has a good reason for it. People judge you unfairly. Even though you sometimes say or do stupid shit, you never do it maliciously and I have an incredible amount of respect for you because you are brutally honest at times when people really need that. You aren’t even one of my closest friends, but you have still done me some pretty big favors without even thinking about it.
Even though I only hang out with you occasionally, I can still talk to you about books and life for an hour and a half and not want to kill you (this is a rare thing). I hope that we hang out more often this summer because I really liked it when we saw each other every weekend.
The first time we talked, I was amazed because I have never hit it off so quickly with anyone. That was like a 6-hour conversation. Sometimes you say things that I thought only I believed. We share the same insecurities. When I’m depressed, you’re depressed and when I snap out of it, you do too. Despite this, I still don’t talk to you that often. That’s because sometimes I give other people more attention…because I’m an ass. If we don’t hang out this summer, I will slit my wrists. We should definitely wreak some havoc.
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I still don’t really like the whole Livejournal thing, but I might update it once a month or so.
I make fun of your ass for no reason so much, and you hardly ever seem to get truly pissed off at me even when I cross the line. You’ve been there to give me rides and to give me advice all year and you do it with hardly any payback from me. You do a good job of keeping me in line when I start grasping for attention or acting like an asshole.
You have had a lot to do with who I am now because I used to look up to you a little bit. You can be really cool, but you also have a tendency to get offended and pissed for no reason. I still hope that we’re cool though because I still consider you my friend. You should take some of your own advice because it has helped me a lot.
Jesus Christ, 11 years old? You’re a sick fuck sometimes, but you’ve still been sort of like a best friend to me since like the seventh grade. You’re another person that gives me tons of shit with little to no payback. You’re one of few people that I could go to Starbucks with for 4 Friday nights in a row and still manage to have kick ass conversations with. I hope you don’t move to Seattle.
You amaze me sometimes with the way you manage to go through life hardly ever hurting anyone. You seem more innocent than most other people because you don’t even seem to understand why other people hurt each other sometimes. Despite this, lots of people treat you like shit. Fuck them, because you are seriously one of the nicest people I have ever met.
I stopped being close to you almost as fast as I started. I have told you a thousand things that I have never said out loud to another person. I have never lied to you before and I won’t start now: if we became friends again, I would feel really happy but even if I never spoke to you again I still wouldn’t lose any sleep over it. Even after I felt like shit for so long because of you, I still care about you and I’m still grateful to you for the things you gave me and the things you helped me learn about myself.
You make me feel like a better person because if I can make you stop hating me, I can do anything right? Even though we don’t know each other that well, I still feel like I can trust you just as much as anybody else I know. I have told you a few things that I haven't told people that I'm much closer with because you don’t seem to be the type to stab others in the back.
You’re another person I am glad doesn’t hate me anymore. I judged you unfairly because I can be stupid like that. I’m glad that you are more open minded than I am because you have never been anything but cool to me. I hope your life turns out well.
I know of about a hundred people that absolutely despise you, and not one of them has a good reason for it. People judge you unfairly. Even though you sometimes say or do stupid shit, you never do it maliciously and I have an incredible amount of respect for you because you are brutally honest at times when people really need that. You aren’t even one of my closest friends, but you have still done me some pretty big favors without even thinking about it.
Even though I only hang out with you occasionally, I can still talk to you about books and life for an hour and a half and not want to kill you (this is a rare thing). I hope that we hang out more often this summer because I really liked it when we saw each other every weekend.
The first time we talked, I was amazed because I have never hit it off so quickly with anyone. That was like a 6-hour conversation. Sometimes you say things that I thought only I believed. We share the same insecurities. When I’m depressed, you’re depressed and when I snap out of it, you do too. Despite this, I still don’t talk to you that often. That’s because sometimes I give other people more attention…because I’m an ass. If we don’t hang out this summer, I will slit my wrists. We should definitely wreak some havoc.
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I still don’t really like the whole Livejournal thing, but I might update it once a month or so.