i am secretly obsessed with taylor swift.
school starts tomorrow, i need this new start. i will make good grades this year and not let my troubles get in the way. i'm even more excited for art class, but i wish i had the mac, that man is just something else. i ended my summer with a beer and a marlboro, not too bad. i'm somewhat proud of myself for not making this like last summer, getting loaded every other day. i've been sober over a month now and it feels like a weight lifted off of my shoulder. not drinking coffee to cover my breath not soaking myself in fabreeze not pouring half a bottle of eyedrops into my eyes. i do miss it sometimes, being a social butterfly being a flirt. i absolutely hate flirting. it makes me feel cheap.
and nobody i meet seems to compare to you, anyway. in the last two years i've only compared three guys to you, and i still would've picked you. when we talked on the phone until 5 that night and you said those things to me i got high from your words. remember when i told you that you look like john lennon when you wear your glasses and then you kissed me and said i would be your yoko and we'd lay in bed all day and just be? you're like a ghost- i want to talk to you see you touch you kiss you but you disappear into thin air. i need to move on, it's not healthy. you're so beautiful and smart and funny and you fucking introduced me to the beatles. nobody gets me like you do. but nobody has broken me like you have. and now that we're talking again and you said you still care for me has given me another reason to breathe. but i'm not a princess and this ain't a fairytale.
school starts tomorrow, i need this new start. i will make good grades this year and not let my troubles get in the way. i'm even more excited for art class, but i wish i had the mac, that man is just something else. i ended my summer with a beer and a marlboro, not too bad. i'm somewhat proud of myself for not making this like last summer, getting loaded every other day. i've been sober over a month now and it feels like a weight lifted off of my shoulder. not drinking coffee to cover my breath not soaking myself in fabreeze not pouring half a bottle of eyedrops into my eyes. i do miss it sometimes, being a social butterfly being a flirt. i absolutely hate flirting. it makes me feel cheap.
and nobody i meet seems to compare to you, anyway. in the last two years i've only compared three guys to you, and i still would've picked you. when we talked on the phone until 5 that night and you said those things to me i got high from your words. remember when i told you that you look like john lennon when you wear your glasses and then you kissed me and said i would be your yoko and we'd lay in bed all day and just be? you're like a ghost- i want to talk to you see you touch you kiss you but you disappear into thin air. i need to move on, it's not healthy. you're so beautiful and smart and funny and you fucking introduced me to the beatles. nobody gets me like you do. but nobody has broken me like you have. and now that we're talking again and you said you still care for me has given me another reason to breathe. but i'm not a princess and this ain't a fairytale.
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