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Oh Stacey, how I adore thee.
Your brown hair is so fair.
Your eyes, whatever color they are...actually I'm thinking brown,
are like crystal clear pools of water...no, that's not romantic,
shit
fuck it.
I'm thinking about Stacey because I realize now that Sierra just isn't who I want and Paige is pregnant, so...
Anyway, I've been talking to Adrian a lot lately, he's a good boy. How old is he? I don't know. We talk about everything under the sun, like Paige and her incredibly shitty situation...which makes me so goddamned upset I don't know if I even want to think about her, Doug, or any of that. What's worse, I don't even know why I even care still, but my insides feel like they're being torn out.
Goddammit, Doug doesn't even care that she's pregnant, with his baby. It's the saddest thing I've ever seen, I think...all of this...HER.
Ah, to be eighteen, to be young.
I'd rather be nineteen instead.
Or twenty.
But anyway, Adrian's cool.