another.
it seems this is how our story is going to be. you disappear for months. years, even. then you pop in and manage to pull the rug from under me. you exceed all my expectations just by BEING THERE. recently, you were at my side when i was sick/heartbroken/insecure/confused. why do you choose to reappear at the wrong times? like before. like now, when i have the perfect-est boyfriend you’ve read about and know of. ;p
eight. years. of this. whyyy.
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Puta, I don’t want to write about boys anymore. I’m tired of writing about the confusing, frustrating male beings. I want to be written for next time around.
Speaking of writing, I just finished the first draft of my intro for my batch. For the yearbook. This has got to be the scariest, most nerve-racking, and daunting assignment so far.
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I talked to Sarah before rehearsals started.
me: SARS!!! someone’s stealing your identity!!!!!!!!
sars: uhmmm… i know. which one?
HAHA. I gave her a detailed description. She doesn’t know about this one, but she just laughed it off. That is why I love her. :)
