March 2012
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February 2012
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Halfway through...
… the season and no one realizes they’re bunking up in a fucking spiritual half-way house. they’re all dead! get the hell out!
Runaway.
I try to become a part of others’ lives. That’s how I push them away. I want to be there and maybe they don’t want to receive me. For example, there’s a girl – whom I’ve been referring to in a few of my posts. I want to talk to her, have her notice me. She inspires me even. I’m so used to having people runaway from me once I try to talk to them, so I...
one thing that can always be guaranteed: i’ll give my heart and soul to a person i care for who needs a shoulder to cry on. i’m in the fight with you even if i’m exhausted myself.
the cuter you are, the less i trust you.
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Chardon.
When something like Chardon happens, I pay attention to how dumbfounded the adults in the situation are by what’s happened. I listen to the people from our generation speak about it and notice how much more emotionally and mentally prepared it seems we are for an occurrence, such as a classmate shooting up our school. Why are we more prepared, aware, knowledgeable of how something like this...
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i want to be sucked dry.
