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Fraggit.
oh god, astrid, this makes me want to lick penis.
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fuck you. fuck everything about you. i don’t know why i am. i don’t know why you are. again it will stop. and again it will start.
Revelation
It really does take the absence of something to really appreciate what we have. I went away to camp for a week and was isolated from my usual friend base. For a whole week I was with people whose personalities ranged a colorful spectrum. I enjoyed my time at camp; one week felt more like one month. At the end of it I was itching to come home. I dislike being with people in close proximity for too long and after a full week I just want to go home and sit in my room by myself.
At last I come back to civilization. I slept in my warm bed —absent of the rocks beneath — took a hot shower, and just relaxed.
Though, the love for common household utilities after a week in the scalding sun is not what I wanted to talk about.
The people I was with for the entire week accepted me. They were kind, courteous, aware, empathetic and energetic. To see how welcome I was made me feel all warm and tingly. It was a place where my company was enjoyed, not tolerated. People were sad to see me go; they weren’t apathetic about my presence.
I come back home and I try to strike a conversation with my day to day friends with my camp mindset at hand. Yet, the chatting was different. It took a week at camp to recognize how people here were actually treating me. They shrugged me off and I was left as an afterthought. Whatever I said didn’t really make a difference in how they responded. I could be a real cheerful guy and pretend that everything was right in this world but they wouldn’t change. I try to recall if it had always been like this, and unfortunately it has. I just needed to see the light until I knew I was surrounded by darkness.
They can go fuck themselves. Life moves on. My life moves on without them.
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Finished product.
Good shit.
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We, as males, have forgotten that some women don’t give direct hints of affection. Some women don’t necessarily flirt. We, as males, have forgotten that women are in many ways just like us. They sometimes love from a distance. Cherish from afar.
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EstherSylvester, FesterChester?: Just Kiss the Girl →
We need more bravery in this world when it comes to starting relationships.
true shit man. especially in the “world” of ib
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I was never the commiserative type. People would walk by me in the halls, expecting an answer, but seeing that same look. The truth is, I have so much that I can say, so many options, but I just don’t _feel_ like it. I get asked for relationship advice, but half the time, I wish I could purposely lead them to their doom. That’s not sadistic at all, because that’s what relationships are for. I’m not tired of anything, hell, I love the ride. I have friends, but then I have the best friends. Whoops, I meant friend. You know how people whore themselves out with the entourage? I like that, but then where does that leave me? My friend came to me the other day in tears because her boyfriend broke up with her. They were going out for eight years. The only thing I could do was count to eight on my fingers. Last night, I witnessed a robbery. I tried to help, but she wouldn’t give me her purse.
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I’m going to beat the shit out of you one day. You’re a piece of shit that no one likes. You get off at being smarter than others. That’s the only reason you can shrug off genuine, contempt filled insults.
I hope you say one wrong thing to me, so I have an excuse to punch you in the face and begin the bombardment. No one will stop me. Deep down they all feel the way I do. Only until it’s gone too far will their moral engines step in and stop the massacre.
Until then, I am content with thoughts that your future outside of high school won’t be a pleasant one. Your marriage will be shit. Your kids will grow into shit. Your brilliance wasted away to a meager job.
Say something. I dare you. Say the wrong thing. I dare you. Say it, wake up in the morning to see your teeth missing from your mouth.
stupid for believing it ever so.
and stupider for trusting others.
and stupidest for not learning from mistakes.
but fuck it all.
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