to shelter you from the storm
"High school." Those two words. Haunting. Riveting. Disgusting. Emotional. Pleasure. Hatred. Sacrifice. Worth. Immaturity. Growth.
Crazy.
Well, anyway. I wrote a lengthy rant the other night, giving a more thorough and still possibly not quite complete explanation of what happened. I cuss worse than a sailor and it fills out to approximately ten pages on Word, Times 12. However, it is a load off and I am now calmer upon discussion of him. Writing is indeed my outlet. I wonder if I should do badminton this year.
I can't wait to live. I can't wait, or I won't live.
There is something almost explosively...overwhelming...about having people in your life that you can know and love. And I could almost say that I wish it would forever stay this way, but...then we'd have nothing. Can I count on you?
Crazy.
Well, anyway. I wrote a lengthy rant the other night, giving a more thorough and still possibly not quite complete explanation of what happened. I cuss worse than a sailor and it fills out to approximately ten pages on Word, Times 12. However, it is a load off and I am now calmer upon discussion of him. Writing is indeed my outlet. I wonder if I should do badminton this year.
I can't wait to live. I can't wait, or I won't live.
There is something almost explosively...overwhelming...about having people in your life that you can know and love. And I could almost say that I wish it would forever stay this way, but...then we'd have nothing. Can I count on you?
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