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19 October 2006

♥ i really hope they weren't talking about me.

You know how sometimes there are "those girls," the ones who walk down the hall and leave everyone in their wake in complete silence because they're just that breathtaking? The ones who walk by a group of malefolk and as soon as they're out of earshot the guys are saying "Damn, she looks good these days"?

I'm not one of those girls.

Call me paranoid, but today as I walked down the hall I could have sworn I heard a familiar voice saying, "You know, I hear she's been really screwed up lately."

It's really not the same thing, is it?

♥ the best is yet to be.
10/19/2006

♥ yours truly. ;

    "And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep." --Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

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