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When I walk upstairs at night I wonder if every sound behind me is a rapist.
A serial nazi rapist, with a fetish for overweight white teens with wide eyes.
He'll grab me from behind and my parents won't hear me scream as the chloroform hazes my senses.
I'll wake up days later, cold, crying to the NY SVU in an ambulance.
One tall, handsome Italian. He' ( Read more... )

I mentally thanked him.
A total stranger hugged me with both arms, and no awkward, sliding smile.
Maybe he should get a medal.
Maybe I will just scratch the back of his curly brown head again, and tell him he's an alright kid, before its too late.
He's destined to be someone else eventually, anyway.  That chesnut mop will be on a barber's floor,
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SINGIN AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS

because I'm a senior and I'm NOGAS. Screw you, college, I'm

sooooooooo    N   O   G   A   S
                      o      b      i              h
                       t      l       v              i
                              i       e              t
                              g
                              a      a 
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If you all truly wish to bite me when my back is turned, then by all means,

do?

Or step into my shoes-
 No,  don't try. I doubt they'll fit.

As I slowly bring yet another life to a grinding halt with my impenetrable callousness,
My inconsistency, my indecision- (Hamlet's tragic flaw!  At least my worst qualities can be likened to Shakespearan tragi- ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wish I knew how to sound less obnoxious.

In seconds I could just write:

Yea, I feel bad that I'm leading this guy on. Yea, the stress of school is killing me slowly. Sometimes I want to punch maam, and
sometimes I thank god she's so senile and distracted that she forgets her anger just as quickly as she feels it.
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Old Towne was-
- FLOODED. WITH WATER. BECAUSE OF HIGH TIDE AND RAIN AND THE MOON.
- dangerous
- cold
- water logged icy toes
- laughter, free chocolate
- old man staring at us, catcalling and then pretending to bend down to "pick something up" RIGHT next to us and clearly trying to look up our skirts and then "mmm"ing what THE HELL so then we ran
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I dont know if you know, but you don't want her.
You may touch her breasts, and lean your head against her neck to try and prove yourself wrong
But theres so much in voice that rumbles when you talk about your male friends. The guys. Your buddies. You love them.
You don't watch the other girls in the hall.
Thin waists and curvy legs don't phase you.
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Life is so sexy.

So sexy.