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20 December 2007

♥ a few things i'm done with.

Fuck drama and jealousy.
Fuck trying to fit in.
Fuck lying and cheating.
Fuck finals week. Life's just a big test anyway.
Fuck bad hair days.
Fuck feeling fat at the gym.
Fuck rejections and deferrals. In fact, fuck getting into college.
Fuck unrequited love.
Fuck bad moods.
Fuck chronic headaches.
Fuck pretending to be someone I'm not.
Fuck waiting by the phone when you know he's not going to call.
Fuck casserole; I hate casserole.
Fuck being unhealthy.
Fuck transpiration. Plants are stupid.
Fuck letting them come to you: you gotta make the first move.
Fuck "maybe."
Fuck KOSI 101. Fuck those smarmy, poppy Christmas carols.
Fuck intolerance.
Fuck denial.
Fuck Dr. Phil; he doesn't know a damn thing about me.
Fuck stress.
Fuck balancing your time, why can't we all just be friends?
Fuck gossip and rifts and fallings out.
Fuck boredom.
Fuck ignorance.
Fuck bitterness and cruelty.
Fuck Theory of Knowledge.
Fuck this whole semester.
Fuck missing everyone.
Fuck feeling alone.
Fuck misunderstanding and miscommunication.
Fuck damnation and redemption.

Because maybe, just maybe, we're all in this together.

♥ the best is yet to be.
12/20/2007

♥ 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

♥ Thank you

♥ Past

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