October 2nd, 2009
i sense a pattern. and not just any pattern. it's like i'm having deja vu insanely, and i don't want this to happen again. well. quite frankly i wouldn't mind it happening, just not the same as last time. not the same way, not the same person. and quite frankly, at the moment i can't see myself with you. but i have an inkling that my sister is right. in some ways i hope she is, and in other ways, i hope she isn't. ack. why is this like this.
i hardly know you. i don't want it to get to the point where my stomach jumps whenever i get to see you; talk to you. but i sense a pattern. it's almost inevitable for me to develop feelings for you because you're new in my life, intriguing, and seemingly good to me. those two hours on the bus were well spent talking with you. now that all 4 of us are getting closer, senoir year is going to be awesome in that class. we could be like jackie-andrew-trevor-sydney that good. i see it.
but. deja vu. hmm. drugs? really? but then when you told me that, you also told me you didn't drink and it seemed like you were hoping that would make it better...
i'm so confused right now i could explode.
anybody reading this that i know, call me or text me or something. help me. i'll fill you in.
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