I've begun to lose faith in my ability to rely on people...everyone leaves eventually, right? It doesn't matter if they can help it or not. They'll die, or get bored, or decide you're not worth it, and leave. How do I know this? Because I'm doing it myself to people around me. I'm growing up and in doing so I find I've outgrown some people...
Stop fucking talking about the secrets that people tell you. I've tried to make it clear to you that you're not OK when you do this. That you need a goddamn filter. but you don't want to hear it. Maybe now you will. But hey...you should also know that even though I talk a lot, I can look around and notice when it's time to be quiet. And that's a skill that takes developing. Work on it, or the people that are mad at you will actually start saying stuff to you.
Prom Prom Promity Prom Prom...I'm starting to mellow out about it. People assure me I'll look beautiful but the hardest critic as always will be myself. I remember my sophmore year prom. I looked amazing...and I knew it. I felt really upset when I had to go home and take off my dress and take down my hair and wash off my gorgeous new face. I hope I won't be quite as upset about that this year. Hopefully!
No matter what though Greg will think I look beautiful...and that's really super nice. I kind of adore that boy...but hey I guess that's a rant for a different time?
There is a certain couple I've been watching pretty closely...and I would say that the girl is definetly feeling the stress of her boy not being around enough. Gotta say, it's funny as hell.
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