Hahaha, i hate tuition.
no really, i hate hate tuition.
screw the random guy in red that i indirectly stalked.
omg, im turning into one freak im telling you.
haha, screw highschool crushes.
yeeesh.
And i was there, standing one feet right infront of you. Oh my god. Again with the shirt, again with the shoulders, again with the hair, again with the height. What the heck could i do? You're just a lame highschool crush that nothing would be. If his stare didn't pierce right through me, if he didn't make me get that awkward feeling that made my heart twinge, i wouldn't have stood there like an idoit smiling like something amazing had happened. Oh bloody James Bond, don't tell me im in love again, sheesh. Someone save me, im in a sinking ship, and i seem to be invisible to the love boat that's passing by.
Gah, i hate being sixteen.
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