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i never talk to you anymore. what's going on? you ignore me in the halls and when i get your attention you barely acknowlege that i'm around. it's bothering me and i miss you.
that was directed at you meg, but the rest isn't. i love you, so don't have a cow.
i've decided to play soccer next year. that isn't a ploy to become popular, if that's what you're thinking. that's me having a crush on soccer. i don't care if it doesn't fit my personality, or people are going to avoid me because it's not cool with you to play sports. i love to play soccer and it makes me happy. so i'm playing.
also, if you're going to avoid me because i have friends who are generally popular, or preppy, get fucked. they are amazing. if you're that low, to avoid me because i have two good friends who aren't fucking scenesters, i don't want you in my life.
just because i wear jeans, a tee shirt, a northface jacket, or generally type-a kid clothes one day, doesn't mean i think i'm too good for you. i'm still kerry. but i don't fucking care about dressing scene or trendy anymore, like some people i normally hang out with do. it's great if you have your own style, more power to you. but i wear clean clothes. i don't make much of an effort anymore. and if you have a problem being seen with me in public because of the way i look now, you can fucking suck my back.
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So long & goodbye, cutie pies.
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this is the moment that you know that you told her that you loved her but you don't you touch her skin and then you think that 'she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me'
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