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Well I just don't know what to say anymore. First there's the Paul thing. I can't believe he died. I heard last night, from my friend Shelly, but I didn't believe it. I knew, I guess, but there was some part of me that was still optimistic about it. Of course we know the truth, and the truth sucks. I'm not going to lie and say that Paul was a great friend or someone I talked to all the time... he was more of the person I talked to once in awhile and tried not to look at in the movie theater because he was making out with my friend. But still. He was only seventeen!
Besides that, I have this crappy feeling. It's a totally selfish one too. I'm doing that thing again, where I just worry about myself. Why do I always do that? Blahhhh...
Happy half-birthday to me?
Besides that, I have this crappy feeling. It's a totally selfish one too. I'm doing that thing again, where I just worry about myself. Why do I always do that? Blahhhh...
Happy half-birthday to me?