6:26am Tuesday, January 27
Swimmingly, swimmingly swimmingly. My blood is on fire!! Anyhow, I'm the picture of sexy this morning, and I can pretty much feel everything amplified in the most glorious way! I don't want to listen to music that makes me want to die, and I don't want to throw myself off a bridge!
I feel fucking fantastic, classic.
When we were hanging out I was straight up with R: (paraphrasing, obviously I spoke more eloquently than this, but basically)
1. What the hell is the deal with JJ?!
2. Why do you suck ass at texting me back?
Replies:
1. JJ is just a school friend. She called you ratchet, she's a bit rude.
(She called me ratchet, I don't care, because I'm a twig next to that mammoth, and we all know she hates that)
2. I'm very forgetful, but I do think of texting you a lot. Then I forget.
(Okay bro okay think of me... Naked?)
So yeah, I was fucking straight-up real-talk-bitch-not-playing-games, and it paid off.
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Satan School of Sophomores
Teen FictionA year, documented, of a young, confused teen girl's life as she struggles and experiments with the modern world of sex, drugs, and the opposite gender. This work contains crude language, intense/inappropriate situations and other more or less mild...
