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I Love This December I have unconditional tolerance for a boy that only has conditonal feelings for me. It's disgusting and I am killing myself over him. I am in love with a boy who is too coked out to fuck properly and rarely shows me any form of attention unless it's convienent to him. He's got me by the short hairs and I let him drag me around [down] because it's the only thing I can do. I would give the world to be with him and I would give just as much to forget about him. I'm developing a crush on a boy I barely now, but yet a boy I've experienced fully. Casual sex has it's ups and downs [excuse the pun(?)] and sex on Katie's couch holds too many memories. Once again there are butterflies in my stomach and a smile on my face, but thankfully not over Ian. I'm nervous that I was only a one night stand and he doesn't feel the same. Oregon City is home. Katie and Tara's houses are where I feel like I belong. I'm loving every minute I spend there and hating being away. I want to be with them constantly because I've been missing out. I don't want December to end for the first time in my life. I feel amazing and I never want it to end [but it will]. Adam and Tasha are close as can be and The Trio ¢¾ is dead. I'm okay with that, but we need a proper burial. We need to say goodbye to us, the good and bad times and each other. I am ready to move on. I still don't have the strength to talk to Adam without wanting to cry or vomit or both, but I'm working on it. He takes care of me and I will be sad without him, but that's the way it has to be. I have so much more I could say, but this little box that holds the contents of my heart can be read by any prying eye and there are certain people I don't trust. I'm not sure who knows about this journal and some people should not hear what I have to say about them |
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