Most emo post ever.

My locker was always messy so I didn’t even find the love note asking me to meet you at the drugstore after class until days later.

I didn’t know who you were.

I wouldn’t have gone anyways because I always assumed it was a joke.

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Musing from the airport I forgot to blog about:

“Did you leave a banana?” – Lady in the airport bathroom.

Bryan had to bring a whole lot of syringes through airport security and they didn’t bat an eye or ask for his doctor’s note. But they had to search my bag (twice) and confiscated a bottle of soap. Good to know our airport security has their priorities straight.

“Save it for the line at McDonalds”

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I’ve had to censor my blog way too much lately to either protect myself or protect others. I’m sick of it. Here’s a (not entirely) cryptic blog of random (not entirely) cryptic thoughts to remedy all that.

I sometimes feel so stupid, getting swept away in possibility, and not taking time to think.

I used to cry that he would only want me while drunk. Now this.

I complain that no one wants to date me and then complain when someone does.

I now know how (t)he(y) problably felt.

You shouldn’t have to pay.

Girlfriend for the night.

I know you two are dating. I was waiting to see how long it would take for you to tell me.

I don’t call because I want you, I call because you’re the only one who knows.

I don’t think you think I’m over it.