laugh out loudzies
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classes are the only bad part of school. everything else is fucking amazing.
i have friends who call me many times a day. sometimes it's just to say hi.
johnny. johnny is amazing. he comes to see me every single day. he keeps food and clothes in my room. i got in trouble the other day because he stays too often. sometimes when i'm doing homework or cleaning he'll come up behind me kiss me, hug me, tell me i'm beautiful, then set be back down on the ground and go back to checking his email or whatever he was doing. he knows what kind of soda i like to drink, what kind of socks i like, and how i like my ramen. he puts music on my computer, tucks my hair behind my ears, and picks out my clothes. he keeps pictures of me on his phone and texts messages to me all the time. even when i've just gone to get a soda from downstairs or something. he opens my door for me. he wakes me up for class and makes sure i do my homework. he wants to go home with me to see dad's play and meet my friends. he worries that i don't actually like hime. i wish i could find a good way to tell him how much i really care.
we met at shady's one night. he called her the next day to find out who i was and when i was coming back. he sat in the car stalling while he tried to work up the nerve to kiss me. he shows pictures to his friends and family. i'm going to a football game with ten of his family members next week. wednesday i'm going to see him play soccer. he's athletic. he doesn't work out, but he can pick me up without much difficulty at all. his tattoo on his back is amazing.
i didn't get a chance to find out what kind of girl he likes, so i just had to be me. turns out, that was the right choice. i wear his clothes to class in the morning. i am not shy or self concious around him. he tells me over and over every single day that he thinks i'm amazing. he tells me sometimes just to see the look on my face when he says that. he's amazing. and i don't know how to tell him.
shady is his best friend. she's also one of mine. the other day four people asked us if we were sisters. one girl even thought we were twins. glasses? bleach blonde hair? who knows. i like it though. she calls me sweetheart on the phone and plays with me in the makeup sale bins at cvs. we rock out in her van with the windows down and the music up. she gives me things so that i can have a piece of her with me at all times. she wants us all to go to florida for new years so we can all be together.
i wish i could express how much these people mean to me. they fill the gaping holes. they take care of me. and they love me.
p.s. i got a part in the student written one acts. i'm a crack dealer. go figure.
p.p.s. if you are happy and you know it leave a comment! leave one to tell me exactly why you are happy. i like it when other people are happy.
classes are the only bad part of school. everything else is fucking amazing.
i have friends who call me many times a day. sometimes it's just to say hi.
johnny. johnny is amazing. he comes to see me every single day. he keeps food and clothes in my room. i got in trouble the other day because he stays too often. sometimes when i'm doing homework or cleaning he'll come up behind me kiss me, hug me, tell me i'm beautiful, then set be back down on the ground and go back to checking his email or whatever he was doing. he knows what kind of soda i like to drink, what kind of socks i like, and how i like my ramen. he puts music on my computer, tucks my hair behind my ears, and picks out my clothes. he keeps pictures of me on his phone and texts messages to me all the time. even when i've just gone to get a soda from downstairs or something. he opens my door for me. he wakes me up for class and makes sure i do my homework. he wants to go home with me to see dad's play and meet my friends. he worries that i don't actually like hime. i wish i could find a good way to tell him how much i really care.
we met at shady's one night. he called her the next day to find out who i was and when i was coming back. he sat in the car stalling while he tried to work up the nerve to kiss me. he shows pictures to his friends and family. i'm going to a football game with ten of his family members next week. wednesday i'm going to see him play soccer. he's athletic. he doesn't work out, but he can pick me up without much difficulty at all. his tattoo on his back is amazing.
i didn't get a chance to find out what kind of girl he likes, so i just had to be me. turns out, that was the right choice. i wear his clothes to class in the morning. i am not shy or self concious around him. he tells me over and over every single day that he thinks i'm amazing. he tells me sometimes just to see the look on my face when he says that. he's amazing. and i don't know how to tell him.
shady is his best friend. she's also one of mine. the other day four people asked us if we were sisters. one girl even thought we were twins. glasses? bleach blonde hair? who knows. i like it though. she calls me sweetheart on the phone and plays with me in the makeup sale bins at cvs. we rock out in her van with the windows down and the music up. she gives me things so that i can have a piece of her with me at all times. she wants us all to go to florida for new years so we can all be together.
i wish i could express how much these people mean to me. they fill the gaping holes. they take care of me. and they love me.
p.s. i got a part in the student written one acts. i'm a crack dealer. go figure.
p.p.s. if you are happy and you know it leave a comment! leave one to tell me exactly why you are happy. i like it when other people are happy.