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I've had an interesting couple of days. I suppose I should be studying.
I'm not going to Prom. I just don't feel up to it. I didn't really feel up to it to begin with.
Everyone's going to say that I'll regret it, but I'm pretty positive that I won't at all as I'll probably do something much cooler instead. The people who regret it probably had/have incredibly boring lives anyway.
Eff thiiiss pessimistic shit. I'm going with Brittnie.
Man, was I ever taken by surprise to see you come around that corner! Vibecity, 'nough said.
In retrospect I have no idea why it was a surprise (since it was Fontana's house) or why it was awkward.
All my life I've been waiting for something, someone who will force me to say what I really meant.
Stop buying into my bullshit someone please. But, don't I have to first convince myself to stop buying into my bullshit?
Oh, and stop sending me lude text messages. I DON'T WANT YOUR PENIS. I mean, I really, really, really don't. In fact, the thought of your penis coming anywhere near me makes me want to throw up and cry all at the same time. Jerk.
Oh, and check out this coming week's Tiger Weekly cover. I'm on it with a few friends.
I'm not going to Prom. I just don't feel up to it. I didn't really feel up to it to begin with.
Everyone's going to say that I'll regret it, but I'm pretty positive that I won't at all as I'll probably do something much cooler instead. The people who regret it probably had/have incredibly boring lives anyway.
Eff thiiiss pessimistic shit. I'm going with Brittnie.
Man, was I ever taken by surprise to see you come around that corner! Vibecity, 'nough said.
In retrospect I have no idea why it was a surprise (since it was Fontana's house) or why it was awkward.
All my life I've been waiting for something, someone who will force me to say what I really meant.
Stop buying into my bullshit someone please. But, don't I have to first convince myself to stop buying into my bullshit?
Oh, and stop sending me lude text messages. I DON'T WANT YOUR PENIS. I mean, I really, really, really don't. In fact, the thought of your penis coming anywhere near me makes me want to throw up and cry all at the same time. Jerk.
Oh, and check out this coming week's Tiger Weekly cover. I'm on it with a few friends.