prologue: dont go to the medford fireworks. they suck assholes. the people are all weird. and smelly sluts who are pregnant. you can go. if you like that
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if there is another occurance of someone calling me 'faggot' to one of my friends' faces, and they tell me of this conversation, but lack the part of the story where they defended me, i will doubt that friendship
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im like buggin so much. my hand is fucking have in a seisssure i really want to throw the fuck up, just so my stomach doesnt feel like this anymore. oh my god i need to write essay. but i CANT im like dead in the brain.
this may be the corniest thing in th world to say at this point, but i 'have nothing to fear except fear itself.'
its like i dont even have friends anymore. theyre dropping like flies. one by one. im gonna move. start over. do people not like me? have i changed so much in the past MONTH? i hate to say it but, i keep having to change my top eight. i hate highschool for the soul reason that everyone seems to avoid me.