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some people are absolutely oblivious. (don't flatter yourself.)
michelle is coming home for labor day weekend and i cannot wait to see her because i miss her more than anything ever.
it's not like i'm a slut, or that i really like to fuck. i just want every boy i see to walk away with part of me
until there's nothing left to hold. until there's nothing left hate. i appreciate your help, but even you can't save me from myself.
(her space holiday-japanese gum.)
i am going to collage my life away this afternooon until i have to work. i like making money.
it's not like i am weak, or that i don't know how to leave. it's just that every time you cheat, you bring me closer to defeat.
until there's nothing left to love, until there's nothing left to say. i know that you need help, but even i can't save you from yourself.
(her space holiday-japanses gum.)
i need something to do with my hands. i played ryan's piano for quite a while last night---- i realized that i want a full grand piano when i get my own house and enough money.
this song reminds me of michelle (for good, from wicked(the musical)) because we saw it together in san francisco and it made me cry because i knew she was leaving soon and i miss her so much. she makes me so happy and she has made my life so much better, just by being in it. sorry to be so god damn cheesy. but it's true. who can say if i've been changed for the better? because i know you, i have been changed for good. so much of me is made of what i've learned from you. you'll be with me like a handprint on my heart. whatever way our stories end, i know you've rewritten mine by being my friend. hahahaha soooo cheesy but it's exactly how i feel.
(michelle, i miss you so so so so so much and i love you more than you'll ever know and i hope we stay friends forever and i am so excited to see you when you come home to visit and as soon as i get my license, i am driving to stockton and staying with you and loving you and being with youuuuuuu again! and i miss getting milkshakes and laughing at fat people with you and singing along to ghetto-ass songs and driving around with nowhere to go and looking at clouds, thinking they look like unicorns, and you thinking that mount tam is mt. everest and getting stoneyyyyy and listening to good songs and blowing bubbles and going to STAR every fucking day and making fun of billiejoe and watching mortal kombat and laughing until we die and reminiscing on the car accident that changed our lives (and my collarbone, hah) and having sleepovers and picnicing and driving to oakland bumping gwen stefani and trips to san francisco and prom shopping and sleeping in the same bed(SCANDALOUS!!) and getting crunked and everything. i love you.
michelle is coming home for labor day weekend and i cannot wait to see her because i miss her more than anything ever.
it's not like i'm a slut, or that i really like to fuck. i just want every boy i see to walk away with part of me
until there's nothing left to hold. until there's nothing left hate. i appreciate your help, but even you can't save me from myself.
(her space holiday-japanese gum.)
i am going to collage my life away this afternooon until i have to work. i like making money.
it's not like i am weak, or that i don't know how to leave. it's just that every time you cheat, you bring me closer to defeat.
until there's nothing left to love, until there's nothing left to say. i know that you need help, but even i can't save you from yourself.
(her space holiday-japanses gum.)
i need something to do with my hands. i played ryan's piano for quite a while last night---- i realized that i want a full grand piano when i get my own house and enough money.
this song reminds me of michelle (for good, from wicked(the musical)) because we saw it together in san francisco and it made me cry because i knew she was leaving soon and i miss her so much. she makes me so happy and she has made my life so much better, just by being in it. sorry to be so god damn cheesy. but it's true. who can say if i've been changed for the better? because i know you, i have been changed for good. so much of me is made of what i've learned from you. you'll be with me like a handprint on my heart. whatever way our stories end, i know you've rewritten mine by being my friend. hahahaha soooo cheesy but it's exactly how i feel.
(michelle, i miss you so so so so so much and i love you more than you'll ever know and i hope we stay friends forever and i am so excited to see you when you come home to visit and as soon as i get my license, i am driving to stockton and staying with you and loving you and being with youuuuuuu again! and i miss getting milkshakes and laughing at fat people with you and singing along to ghetto-ass songs and driving around with nowhere to go and looking at clouds, thinking they look like unicorns, and you thinking that mount tam is mt. everest and getting stoneyyyyy and listening to good songs and blowing bubbles and going to STAR every fucking day and making fun of billiejoe and watching mortal kombat and laughing until we die and reminiscing on the car accident that changed our lives (and my collarbone, hah) and having sleepovers and picnicing and driving to oakland bumping gwen stefani and trips to san francisco and prom shopping and sleeping in the same bed(SCANDALOUS!!) and getting crunked and everything. i love you.