Monday, January 24, 2011
6:59 PM
Rain makes me emotional.
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There's a story behind every person. There's a reason why they're the way they are. They aren't just like that because they want to. Something in the past created them, and sometimes it's impossible to fix them.
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My Best Friend.
we always act crazy and don’t give a fuck
we dance a lot
we understand each other
if anyone messes with me my best friend has my back, always.
we like the same kind of music
whenever we say something at the same time
people are all like “are y’all related / dating?” & we’re just like
I love my best friend.
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Who's going to be single on the 14th of February?
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THE AWKWARD MOMENT WHEN YOU'RE ABOUT TO STAND UP AND A GIRAFFE PUTS HIS ASS IN YOUR FACE.
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When you say her name and talk all excited about how cute she is and how elated you are every time she talks to you, it kills me inside. I just hide behind my increasingly fake smile. No, I don't think you're perfect... but you come pretty damn close. And no, I don't THINK I love you... I know I do.
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I wish you knew how much I like you. I wish I could tell you, but I am too much of a coward. I think about you 24/7, and I hope you think about me sometimes, too.
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I think people forget that I have feelings too.
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Sometimes it’s really hard to do the things that people expect. They want me to be so perfect and innocent, but it’s hard being so perfect and innocent all the time, so much so that all I want to do is rebel. How can I tell those people that what they see is not everything there is me? No one wants to listen; no one understands the pressure I’m under. They want to think that my life is nice and easy and simple. But that’s just not true.
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