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last night was relay for life..and sad though it is, i dont look at it as an overall good experience. whatever. it was fucked up. im not about to go pouring my heart out to a fricken live journal though
and then, delirious though we were..we all had talks about masturbation. breaking free. you know. the usual. it was a shell waiting to be cracked. although there were some barriers, hostilities one might say, but its fine. it was funny enough.
we all have new names too: combo, crow bar, god, malissa, black..ect.
i just want to lie down, and for people to understand when i dont want to talk to them. and for them to realize..some things cant be taken positively. and i hate saying i feel like im not needed. so cliche. so teen angst. but its true. i figure the shorter i keep these sentences the less im saying. i wish girls wouldnt get mad over idiot things. i wish i had someone to be obsessed with me.
and then, delirious though we were..we all had talks about masturbation. breaking free. you know. the usual. it was a shell waiting to be cracked. although there were some barriers, hostilities one might say, but its fine. it was funny enough.
we all have new names too: combo, crow bar, god, malissa, black..ect.
i just want to lie down, and for people to understand when i dont want to talk to them. and for them to realize..some things cant be taken positively. and i hate saying i feel like im not needed. so cliche. so teen angst. but its true. i figure the shorter i keep these sentences the less im saying. i wish girls wouldnt get mad over idiot things. i wish i had someone to be obsessed with me.