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ill hug my knees and think about it. ill think about how my face is sunburned and how i got a call from you. how my mom doesnt trust him, and i shouldnt, but i do anyway. ill think about how we danced, and how i felt like i should do something. like i should jump in. like when her mom hugged me things werent right. everyone but her there, playing all american games and pushing her out of their heads. i missed him. guys night out on prom night? fine. he said nicer things than you did. im not trying to expect anything anymore. that way expectations dont get away from me. the prom was lovely, those moments when i tried to avoid him and his dancing girl and the way he denied. its ok i can brush off this ego once again with him ... but she ... i mean ... what happened to us? remember when ... i guess ... i know things change but not that much. i danced and pretended it was a few months ago and that i was allowed to feel that way. because when it comes down to the very end ... i cant see anyone but you. which is rediculous. i dont know what to do with the next few months. things winding down and fast forward. im sick of the workload and in the moments when im supposed to be stepping up ... im backing down. stress and backwards glances ... recipe for disaster.
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Monday, May. 12, 2003 - 12:05 a.m.
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about
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I hope nobody still reads this.
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older entries
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framed - Sunday, Oct. 07, 2007
It won't be Long - Thursday, Sept. 27, 2007
thirteen - Monday, Aug. 13, 2007
graduation - Monday, Apr. 30, 2007
... any takers? - Wednesday, Apr. 11, 2007
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