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I think it’s funny how all of my worries about college came true.
"Don't let me fail. You totally know I can't do it alone."
I told you ahead of time and everything and you let me anyway!
"Yeah. Sorry, Michele, but there’s just not enough room for the both of us. But she might be really awesome. But she might suck real real bad. She’s pretty much my complete opposite, but I’ll try not to worry"
No! I had reason to worry! She is awkward and messy and stinky and just generally a disgusting human being.
"Things are changing (in more ways than one) and I guarantee a lot of you won’t like it, but that’s just the way it’s going to be."
Truuuue dat.
"I guess I’m kind of scared I’ll make a lot of bad decisions; not really in anything specific, just with everything. We all know how bad I am at the school thing when I’m not trying, which happens to be most of the time. And I seem to be pretty bad at relationships and I’m scared that I’ll immediately attach myself to someone without really getting to know them and having some bad ending and just...getting unnecessarily distracted. And I’m scared I’ll get into my usual rut of things."
Way too true. This is some bullshit.
Getting man-handled like that again was pretty much one of the worst feelings ever.
Me saying "No" and him saying "She wants it!" and trying to find someone to help me get him off me.
I can't describe it. No. I can. I don't want to. It hurts. I'm pretty sure I put myself into those kinds of situations though.
And I’ve become a typical college retard. And I don’t think I even care. But I’m fucking things up bad. I don’t know.
I feel really dissatisfied with myself.
My weight shifts.
Back, heel, front, tippy-toes.
This is Adam! We dated for like a week. And broke up a week or so ago. We weren't ready for eachother.
We're a couple of Sasstresses
And we suck at striking a pose. Sorry.
I AM AN ESKIMO!
Suck my pants.
"Don't let me fail. You totally know I can't do it alone."
I told you ahead of time and everything and you let me anyway!
"Yeah. Sorry, Michele, but there’s just not enough room for the both of us. But she might be really awesome. But she might suck real real bad. She’s pretty much my complete opposite, but I’ll try not to worry"
No! I had reason to worry! She is awkward and messy and stinky and just generally a disgusting human being.
"Things are changing (in more ways than one) and I guarantee a lot of you won’t like it, but that’s just the way it’s going to be."
Truuuue dat.
"I guess I’m kind of scared I’ll make a lot of bad decisions; not really in anything specific, just with everything. We all know how bad I am at the school thing when I’m not trying, which happens to be most of the time. And I seem to be pretty bad at relationships and I’m scared that I’ll immediately attach myself to someone without really getting to know them and having some bad ending and just...getting unnecessarily distracted. And I’m scared I’ll get into my usual rut of things."
Way too true. This is some bullshit.
Getting man-handled like that again was pretty much one of the worst feelings ever.
Me saying "No" and him saying "She wants it!" and trying to find someone to help me get him off me.
I can't describe it. No. I can. I don't want to. It hurts. I'm pretty sure I put myself into those kinds of situations though.
And I’ve become a typical college retard. And I don’t think I even care. But I’m fucking things up bad. I don’t know.
I feel really dissatisfied with myself.
My weight shifts.
Back, heel, front, tippy-toes.
This is Adam! We dated for like a week. And broke up a week or so ago. We weren't ready for eachother.
We're a couple of Sasstresses
And we suck at striking a pose. Sorry.
I AM AN ESKIMO!
Suck my pants.