And if you think about it this kind of situation wasnt even our faults, it was our friends or a force that even we didnt know was influencing us... like the dog.. or fish, yea blame the fish. it worked when we were younger and didnt wand to do anything toward the cleaning of our rooms. "Everything has a place mom, its under our beds.." situation was very common in my childhood. I personally call these times Ass nibbles. Not becuase most of my guy friends are gay, no becuase its so uncomfortable that you really wonder what the hell has crawled up and desided to nest in there. Slowly it feeds off you insanity... yup.. you know where im going. My ex is one of those paracites. Really now, who else agrees that our exs deserve the name paracites? Show of hands... yea i thought so. Hence the i just want to be friends complex... we dont really... but it makes you leave us alone. The funniest time to use this is when you bestfriend and your ex hook up and you dont want to talk to either of them, so you just smile and nod, and then you go home and curl up into a ball crying your eyes out becuase you didnt get to eat his last chocolate chip cookie in math class. which leads me to my next point...
You know we all have friends. but how do we know the ones that are true and the ones that are not? We cant stand them up in a line and say "whats my favorite color" and pray that they know us enough to say purple... or can we...?? No, we cant.. they would likely say orange. WHO THE HELL LIKES ORANGE?! not me thats all i can say. Orange is just a messed up color and no ones knows the trouble its seen.
But that aside, its strange how people come about and tell us who they really are. I mean in elementry school they tell everyone the cootie story, how if they even touch you they will die of a disease that is like not even really existing. Jr high its all about popularity... so they trash the click you focus on. Say your clothes are from your grandmothers collection, or steal your ipod. i know right... why the hell were they staring at me getting dressed this morning. Not even my grandmother knew i was in there...and high school dont matter we all know the story so im not going into it.
I just cant see why others are out to get us. Boys want to date us, girls want to be us and we... just want to find a rock and hide so no one can see our hideous mole that is placed in the most awkward of places. Yes.. i do laugh at my sisters mole.. but thats besides the point. i got lucky and god shown a light of beauty upon me and thus i didnt get one. I mean hey if you got one be proud of it, its what makes you special. The world likes special thats why we have the small buses that drive around and take us to school everyday for twelve stupid years of our lives.. god i hated that place.
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