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| you know what, girl?
go fucking cry about it.
i'm so sick of you.
go in that corner over there and sob your fucking eyes out.
because no one really gives a shit, to be brutally honest.
no one cares.
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| deniz,
i'm really...really really really really worried about and for you.
i really am.
please let me know that everything is alright.
i love you, brother.
jessie.
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| I need to honestly work on this whole speaking up thing.
because I never do.
what happened to the outspoken jessie?
why is it that I fear some things coming from certain people?
i am relocating this to somewhere else.
i need something a little more secure for my own good.
drop some bait and i'll attach you to my hook.
catch my drift?
i'll be back here in a month or two.
deniz alp is the reason why I have suicidal tendancies.
bastard.
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| these are the parts of your body that cause my comatose to begin.
oh wow.
who remembers jessie with blonde hair?
or whatever color that is.
jesus i look happy.
yeah. i prefer things in black and white. everything in black and white.
can't stop thinking about dave matthew's song satellite.
yeah it's on repeat with other songs as well.
i don't think i'll ever forget laying next to you-
your mouth touching mine, singing the words to our melodies.
i could feel every intake of air you took,
and it was almost as if you were taking the air out of my body.
oh and yes, this weekend was nothing short of amazing.
i'm sure you were all wondering.
i have to make this trip in two weeks.
the problem is one thing though...
and it's always the same problem.
what do I do when it's always the same thing standing in my way?
always.
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| and i'm another ex-girlfriend on your list.
but I should of thought about that before we kissed.
i'm about to give you away for someone else to take.
hi.
tomorrow I get to see my love.
hey jessie, don't forget the toothbrush.
i'm going to catch up with everyone's posts later.
i just need to make it through tomorrow.
i am going to be so happy to fall asleep in your arms again.
uhhh today:
donated blood. had to lay there for an hour. my blood kept on clotting.
it looked like play-doh. I talked to the guy who stabbed me with the
needle about sex toys and car crashes. he says that I most likely won't
bleed to death in a car accident. good to know, who wants to test this
theory? I really want to rip off this bandaid but I can't. my arm
hurts. boohoo. someone come take a nap with me. I really don't ask for
much. or do I? allie told me I was a cuddly bear. because I give the
best hugs, warm people when they're cold, and my dad's fleece pullover
is brown. hello, i am jessie the bear. love me love me love me.
INTERMISSION!
in conclusion: i am honestly the coolest girl you'll ever meet.
correct me if i'm wrong, but I doubt that I am.
1: i have freckles but you can't see them.
2: trisha's deck = good times with the hookah.
3: after the woman pricked me for the blood drive.
4: my new pipe from andy. i shall name it...i have no idea. yes i know
my bangs are back in this picture and yes i know i look absolutely
retarded. but shit happens.
but seriously,
have you met or known anyone cooler?
no, I didn't think so.
let's see, lately. what else. started screaming at my second period gym
teacher. swearing and handjives. all that jazz. slept on the lit themes
room floor the whole week. miss discipio said it worries her. realized
that marijuana is one of the dumbest things ever. personal opinion
though. thought about how people cannot fall in love in about four
days. it's emotionally
impossible. no such thing as love at first sight. don't trick yourself.
I have been called only "messy" by deniz for the past two weeks. it's
not bad, i can dig it. i like it, it's cute. made friends with some
boy. don't remember his
name. he was really sweet to me, it was cute. i was in the cafeteria
waiting for the class to end and started talking to him about college
and shit. yeah, i know. interesting. started talking to jam again in
lit themes. played 20 questions. he knows more about my life now than
most of my friends do.
nap time, fuckfaces.
hey, pie. i'll see you tomorrow. :)
"are you pumped?"
"what?"
"are you freaking pumped?"
"what? yeah. i'm pumped."
be glad I haven't asked you that all week.
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