There is this really skinny tall boy in my homeroom. I told all of my friends that I stopped liking him at the beginning of last year. The truth is that I've never stopped liking him, no matter how much I try. I can still see myself sitting on his lap and playing with his hair. Or having his warm hands intertwined with mine. Or kissing his neck a slowly moving up to his lips. Fuck my life.
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dohickey said:
it will get much better, and take it from someone with 35 years on ya. wait, pace yourself
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