The other day I left my history binder in the girl's bathroom, so I went to get it. From one of the stalls I heard this soul-wrenching sob, and I couldn't help but try to see what was going on. There was a girl sitting on the floor, arms folded over her knees and her legs at her chest with the stall door closed. Crying. She hadn't noticed that I
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jam session sometime?
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wow its amazing....2nd to last paragraph = story of my life. lol its weird how its like when u look up from all ur shit u realize that everyone else has the exact same stuff goin on...huh....lol btw still too early for me to make sense =/
<3Lisa
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