Coming close to the way I was.
Waaay back in eighth grade.
Or even before then.
I need to stop thinking of impossible things..
They get my hope up and then shatter it.
I highly doubt you've thought of me since our conversation.
ugh.
I need someone to tell me that its stupid
or someone to tell me that its not.
Because I don't know..
blahblahblah.
This was a very girl post.
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