FUCK

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KIDS

Things just go this way. You are making out with a guy who looks like a pretentious bearded douche bag. We are hanging out at your BIRTHDAY PARTY while you make out with him in the kitchen. Ill admit I wish on some level it was just me instead making out with you, but I think I wouldn't do it while the rest of your party sits around. OK, now *******(persons name) left. You now have 4 guys here, (me and 3 guys I dont even know) sitting here. At least the tunes are ok! But shit this is rude and awkward making, and how you guys are back and milling around like nothing happened so dont worry just have ...( it gets illegible from here on)

when did telling each other about ourselves become conversation?

Im filling up my notebooks, you know.

you are a memory or two. actually first you are a part of me. you are who I am.

you see who I am is about what ive done, because certain things that ive experienced mattered a lot to me. They left an impression, you know? they changed the way I saw things and did things in the future. And you- my impression of what it was like to spend time with you- that thing, that thing has left a huge impression on me. Its hit me like a brick to the face, and since then ive seen the world only in relation to that big thing. I cant just say you mean a lot to me, what im saying is who I am, and what Im doing and how I think and what I feel- its all been shaped by a whole lot of chaotic stuff, yeah- but one big part of it is you. I love you because I AM you.