(Stripped down torn about it) I've returned to blogger. Missed meee? I know blogger did. Results were a total hit-by-a-four-by-four disastrous): I broke down actually but I laughed after that. Cause I'm such a loser, that's why. Anyway! It made me realize that platoonmates mean to me, alot, or I would be worse than a PMS-like-a-bitch now. Nadiahh especially, and parade was awh-somee. Just being with the whole platoon again is like (: I'm still hurt you know. Or do you? What I want, or wanted maybe, is just you all telling me to my face that I'm just not that important. I can take it in. I really can. Perhapss, sometimes you just have to expect the worst everytime so you'll never be disappointed. ANND, the next person who comments that I probably got an A1 for Lit/English I am going to throttle you and put you inside the shit truck that came today. I still need cheering up):I miss partaspecs. 5:35 AM |
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ALPHA! sexy foxies. My shrink says I'm witty. |