Ten years from now I wonder where I would be. At this very date, this very moment, doing what? It's 1:00 P.M on March 21st. In ten years I will be close to 28. Good lord, 28?! That just seems scary. Not because of the age, but because it will happen. Well, unless doomsday comes and devours us. Then I'll only be a little 19 year old girl. Still a teen, nonetheless.
Lorena gave me a piece of a Snickers bar today. Mmmmmmmmm, Snickers. I haven't had one in awhile. Last night I was talking with Vincent. Since I hadn't the whole weekend, it was nice. I missed hearing his voice and his laugh and all of that jazz. I love him. And it hurts. It hurts that I love him. Because I don't know if he feels the same way back. Why would I ask? To be turned down. To hear him say "I dunno." No. I can't. I won't. Maybe later.
I want to get a tattoo.
I'm getting a tattoo when I move to Raleigh.
Matt and I are getting matching tattoos that say "BOP!"
Yeah, 'cause we're cool.
Lorena gave me a piece of a Snickers bar today. Mmmmmmmmm, Snickers. I haven't had one in awhile. Last night I was talking with Vincent. Since I hadn't the whole weekend, it was nice. I missed hearing his voice and his laugh and all of that jazz. I love him. And it hurts. It hurts that I love him. Because I don't know if he feels the same way back. Why would I ask? To be turned down. To hear him say "I dunno." No. I can't. I won't. Maybe later.
I want to get a tattoo.
I'm getting a tattoo when I move to Raleigh.
Matt and I are getting matching tattoos that say "BOP!"
Yeah, 'cause we're cool.
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