1. Term one is no more. Term two began. New classes, I had. No bueno. No bueno. Not a big deal I suppose. I miss Mr. Casey. Bayles 1st period and my sem class. I do. I do.
2. It isn't everyday your ex bestfriend calls your best friend just to "talk" haa. right. He really just called her to chap me off, knowing it'd get back to me, knowing it would hurt me. Not careing, because really, he could care less if I fell off the planet and landed in space never to be heard of again? He wouldnt blink twice. Not a big deal for him, not a big deal.
3. Swim team. Haa. What a joke. Wes and I ditched and went to savers. It was nice.
4. I hate boys. I love boys. I want them all gone. I enjoy their eyes. Their facial hair. Their roundness. Their baby smooth hands. Their arms around my waist. I heart boys. I do. I do.
Dear one boy,
You aren't what I am used to. Youre skinny. But you make me feel loved. I heart you.
Sincerly,
Butterfly filled girl.
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dear mandi.
it's megan.
your best friend.
the best friend that your exbestfriend called.
i'm not sure why he did that.
it kind of make my tummy uneasy.
you know, i'm going to run away.
from that boy.
that boy that does those things to me that may or may not make me sweat.
yes.
i'm in full stride the other direction.
i'm coming to your home right now.
i love you.
i own your body.
oh call me and listen to my voicemail.
it sounds like you.
we are one.
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