seriously im tired. sick n tired of u being like dis, cos of me being
u noe, like if deres a wall infront, dun try ur darnest to break it wif ur bare hands.try to walk ard it, climb it, let d wind blow onto it n let it erode or sumtin.
i duno if im makin sense.
but anw, im tryin so hard, but it seems tt i screw up all d time. i admit i sounded too happy. but its d excitement. no. not of seeing him. BUT of d excitement of tellin u wat I THOT was a gd job by jus talkin to him, n TTS IT. but yeah. wat i tink is right, is always wrong to u.
so i watched supernova for d first time jus now cos i was tinkin of u. n tmr, wen u tel me abt d contestents, id noe wat ur talkin abt.
we'r stil ok rite? yes. i miss u so.
// wind thru my hair
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