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and we're dancing..
Ugh.
So fucking pissed and this is so gay.
Like I didn't even want to come home tonight.
So I went to Sams instead of going home at first.
But like fuck. "Inappropriate". Please.
I just hate how my mom's changing her mind;
after she already gave me an answer.
My goodness.
This is gay.
& I love how I put on this song;
realized what the lyrics actually said
and started crying on my way to Sams.
I hate that.
& here I go again. I always do this.
But it's probably cause of this whole gay situation.
Remeber when we went up to yours.
Do you not miss it. I don't fucking get it.
I don't fucking get you.
& I haaaate that too. They don't understand.
But do they even stop to even realize? Nope.
I guess I'm used to it now. I guess.
I have to work tomorrow,
but you know what. People I work with are my good friends.
I like being there,
because I have friends there that make me feel 10 times better.
Not that mine don't. But I'm just saying.
I want to yell & scream at you. I really do.
Then turn around and hug you. For about an hour.
But I'd probably end up slaping you or something.
So I won't.
Whatever.
"I only wanted your attention;
at least the hate is some connection."
last modified Jul 2, 2006 at 20:16
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