I miss the friends I had in eighth grade. I miss Sage, and Zach, and Sean, and Alex, and Gerber, and all of them.
Here's a great contrast. I spent my fourteenth birthday at Silverwood with Irie, Zach, and Evan. I'm spending my seventeeth birthday alone.
The best part is they all think I'm a drugged up stupid slut.
God.
*And now you're dead inside, still you wonder why*









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Bledy czlowieka czynia go sympatycznym.
Failures of a man, make him out likeable.
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