I'm pretty sure Caitlin is the only one who reads this blog, which would sit better with me if it weren't for the fact that she's a certified lurker and creep. She knows people's middle names that she's never met in her life. It's one of her many quirky personality traits. I actually genuinely liked some one for the first time since May of 07'. Come to find out he plays the wholesome and "honest" brooding nice guy card. YOU ARE A JOKE. Don't kid yourself the alcohol could have more than contributed to the liking factor. I'm not worrying about it much, I'm young and in no hurry to settle down, hell I can't handle a boyfriend. I'll do my thing, you do yours. Maybe i'll see you saturday in slidell and if we happen to cross paths I'll be cordial and i'll urge my tongue to keep to itself.
I turn 17 in 15 days or so, bring it on.
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It is o.k. to be sad over this. It is not o.k. to act the way I do, though. And it's certainly not o.k. to, in anyway, resemble my pathetic-ness in this department.
I hold all my faith in everyone but myself. I hold a large amount of faith in you.
Get it girl.
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