proud i can never be of what i hate. to be thankful even of hate, that is meant love
there is so much to do and see and i can't seem to manage it all
why is it that little bald Canadian french teachers justdont get it
worst day since like, last week
i start to wonder what the point is
but then i sit and tan with my friends while we talk about xena and eat flowers
i actually love some people more than you can imagine.
there's a girl who i enjoy talking to an unjustifiable amount. i am so so so jealous of how strong she is and how beautiful she is even though she doesn't know it. and she doesn't believe me when i tell her. I'm glad to have you miss, otherwise who would cut the fat off the bacon for me?
but then there are those friends who it took a while to warm to, but you know that now they will be there for you when it really counts
i want to scream, cry, shout, sing, laugh, jump up and dance all at the same time
i need some kin of massive way to just let everything go before the hurting becomes permanent. - truly my largest fear in the world
hmm. is it still bottling stuff in if you're aware you're doing it?
oh and a shout out to a very special guy. my true feelings are written for you on the camberwell primary playground. enjoy (:
hopscotch.x
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