February 2012
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Sometimes, I want you to be worried about us. Why is it always me?
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You know, in a town like Jacksonville, everything is identical. I attend the same places, I do the same things. Every solitary instant is precisely similar to the other. I wake up every single morning, go to the same shit school, and gather the same insignificant information about the same things. Then the weekend rolls around. As a ordinary human, I’m expected to be enthusiastic about this....
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Why do people care so much about what others think of them? It’s high school. You’ll never see a majority of the individuals who dislike you now. You’re loved by the people who know the real you. I’ll never get it.