Good Charlotte - The Click (Undergrads Theme
Just because I walk
Like Obi-Wan Kenobi
You people talk
But you don't even know me
And that's all right
'Cause I get down with GC
So I walk on and
Listen to their CD
Some people laugh
They do it just to spite me
Behind my back
They don't know what I see
But I don't care what they say
I don't need them anyway
I'll just go about my day
But anyway
You go out on Friday night
I'll stay in but that's all right
'Cause I have found a clique
To call my own in-crowd
Out-crowd
I don't care your crowd
My crowd
We can't share
'Cause I have found
A clique to call my own
(Let's go)
So come and talk to me
On my computer screen
The best years of our lives
Aren't as easy as they seem
But when they will look back
And then we'll have to laugh
They used to call us names
Now they want our autographs
To get the girl and make the grade
It's all a show
It's all a game
And I would lose it if I played
It's all the same
So I don't care what they say
I don't need them anyway
I'll just go about my day
But anyway
You go out on Friday night
I'll stay in but that's all right
'Cause I have found a clique
To call my own in-crowd
Out-crowd
I don't care your crowd
My crowd
We can't share
'Cause I have found a
Clique to call my own
She says she'd call
But I know she won't
(She won't)
(She won't)
You go out on Friday night
I'll stay in but that's all right
'Cause I have found a clique
To call my own in-crowd
Out-crowd
I don't care your crowd
My crowd
We can't share
'Cause I have found a
Clique to call my own
I don't care what you say
I don't need you anyway
I'll just go about my day
But anyway
I don't care what you say
I don't need you anyway
I'll just go about my day
-But anyway
Saturday, July 20, 2002
I forget
There was something on my mind, but I just don't think I could or should relay it over blogger.
-He must be serious
EDIT
Hrm.. I could probably write a little bit to blow off some steam. I wonder how many couples there are in the world where the man is shorter than the woman. Danny DeVito is pretty short, though he doesn't make the best example. Sylvester Stallone is, he's a pretty good example. And now I'm out of examples.
How about this: Do I take things too seriously? I guess I look into things too much. Let me tell you a little about a relationship of mine that started over the internet last year. I had moved away from home, to Georgia, for my graduating year. After I graduated in Georgia, I was planning on making it home to BC, Canada in time for the school's graduation/prom ceremonies. Upon hearing so, a very close friend of mine set me up as a date with her best friend. Now, this was two or three months before I'd actually be back in BC. It was great for the first month. We talked about how we felt for each other. We made plans for the future. We really sounded like we were the perfect match. And because we sounded like the perfect match, I started getting into the relationship thing.
I frowned on internet relationships, but I figured that since I'd be seeing her in no time that it shouldn't matter. It would be like we knew each other in person before we had met, that sort of thing. Well, I guess I got into the relationship a little too much. And because I wasn't there to spend some actual time with her, she started looking elsewhere. An old crush of hers, an old friend of mine I hadn't talked to in a while, started taking her out. The girl never said they were dates. She just said that they were going out to the theatre. They were just going out to a party together. I believed her, mostly because she never said he was a crush of hers. That and I put faith in her, that she'd wait one more month until I'd be there in person and everything would be so much better.
Like I said, her crush started taking her out. She got interested in him and less interested in me. I had invested two months of my time so I could meet with her over chat. I think the last bit of our conversation together was something like this, though not word for word:
Me: So, what have you been up to?
Her: Just got back from (enter location here) with Chris
Me: Cool, how did that go?
Her: I like Chris
Me: Do what you want. I'm not there, so there's not much I can do
Her: I don't want to hurt you
Me: I called you my girlfriend
Her: Sorry for leading you on
The actual conversation probably lasted 30 to 60 minutes. That's pretty much the boiled down version of it. I did tell her I concidered her my girlfriend, she did say sorry for leading you on. Actually, those were there last words she said to me. And I did tell her that since I wasn't actually there with her, that she should do whatever she wanted to do. I don't wish that on anybody, nor do I ever want that to happen again.
I did end up going to the same prom as her, though I didn't go with her. When I got back to BC, I asked other people to their own prom; it wasn't my prom but I had a ticket. And all the people I asked I had known since 8th grade. When I hung out at the school the last week, I saw that girl. It was weird looking at her, and there was an akward 'cold' between us. I had nothing against her, though I probably had every reason to. She just didn't want to be my friend.
-You asked for the story
-I told it in part
-This is the full version
There was something on my mind, but I just don't think I could or should relay it over blogger.
-He must be serious
EDIT
Hrm.. I could probably write a little bit to blow off some steam. I wonder how many couples there are in the world where the man is shorter than the woman. Danny DeVito is pretty short, though he doesn't make the best example. Sylvester Stallone is, he's a pretty good example. And now I'm out of examples.
How about this: Do I take things too seriously? I guess I look into things too much. Let me tell you a little about a relationship of mine that started over the internet last year. I had moved away from home, to Georgia, for my graduating year. After I graduated in Georgia, I was planning on making it home to BC, Canada in time for the school's graduation/prom ceremonies. Upon hearing so, a very close friend of mine set me up as a date with her best friend. Now, this was two or three months before I'd actually be back in BC. It was great for the first month. We talked about how we felt for each other. We made plans for the future. We really sounded like we were the perfect match. And because we sounded like the perfect match, I started getting into the relationship thing.
I frowned on internet relationships, but I figured that since I'd be seeing her in no time that it shouldn't matter. It would be like we knew each other in person before we had met, that sort of thing. Well, I guess I got into the relationship a little too much. And because I wasn't there to spend some actual time with her, she started looking elsewhere. An old crush of hers, an old friend of mine I hadn't talked to in a while, started taking her out. The girl never said they were dates. She just said that they were going out to the theatre. They were just going out to a party together. I believed her, mostly because she never said he was a crush of hers. That and I put faith in her, that she'd wait one more month until I'd be there in person and everything would be so much better.
Like I said, her crush started taking her out. She got interested in him and less interested in me. I had invested two months of my time so I could meet with her over chat. I think the last bit of our conversation together was something like this, though not word for word:
Me: So, what have you been up to?
Her: Just got back from (enter location here) with Chris
Me: Cool, how did that go?
Her: I like Chris
Me: Do what you want. I'm not there, so there's not much I can do
Her: I don't want to hurt you
Me: I called you my girlfriend
Her: Sorry for leading you on
The actual conversation probably lasted 30 to 60 minutes. That's pretty much the boiled down version of it. I did tell her I concidered her my girlfriend, she did say sorry for leading you on. Actually, those were there last words she said to me. And I did tell her that since I wasn't actually there with her, that she should do whatever she wanted to do. I don't wish that on anybody, nor do I ever want that to happen again.
I did end up going to the same prom as her, though I didn't go with her. When I got back to BC, I asked other people to their own prom; it wasn't my prom but I had a ticket. And all the people I asked I had known since 8th grade. When I hung out at the school the last week, I saw that girl. It was weird looking at her, and there was an akward 'cold' between us. I had nothing against her, though I probably had every reason to. She just didn't want to be my friend.
-You asked for the story
-I told it in part
-This is the full version
Dinner for Two
Like most other things in my life, the urge to get my nipple pierced passed as quickly as it came. Sure, I still want a piercing, but I've still got a long time to think of it... or get incredibly drunk and have it done. Either one works
Today I didn't go to work with "the boss" but instead stayed home and helped my Dad take some junk to the junkyard. When I got home, he presented me with a list of stuff to do, which he'd pay me for. That was at 11:50am. Here's what was on the list:
Mow the front and back lawn
Weedeat the front and back lawn
Clean the gutter at the back of the house
Sweep/clean off the deck and pool area at the back of the house
Vacuum and clean the back porch that is screened in
Vacuum the inside of the house
That was the list of things that I got done in four hours. Well, I also helped him cement an umbrella clothes hanger in the ground and put up a volley ball net. Then I had to blow all of the grass off the driveway and walkways with a leafblower. The only thing on the list today I didn't get done was painting the rails in the front of the house. He said he was paying me for my work today, so all I could think of all day was "enough money for dinner and a movie.. and not a cheap dinner. Dinner for two, yes".
-All tuckered out
Like most other things in my life, the urge to get my nipple pierced passed as quickly as it came. Sure, I still want a piercing, but I've still got a long time to think of it... or get incredibly drunk and have it done. Either one works
Today I didn't go to work with "the boss" but instead stayed home and helped my Dad take some junk to the junkyard. When I got home, he presented me with a list of stuff to do, which he'd pay me for. That was at 11:50am. Here's what was on the list:
Mow the front and back lawn
Weedeat the front and back lawn
Clean the gutter at the back of the house
Sweep/clean off the deck and pool area at the back of the house
Vacuum and clean the back porch that is screened in
Vacuum the inside of the house
That was the list of things that I got done in four hours. Well, I also helped him cement an umbrella clothes hanger in the ground and put up a volley ball net. Then I had to blow all of the grass off the driveway and walkways with a leafblower. The only thing on the list today I didn't get done was painting the rails in the front of the house. He said he was paying me for my work today, so all I could think of all day was "enough money for dinner and a movie.. and not a cheap dinner. Dinner for two, yes".
-All tuckered out
Friday, July 19, 2002
More Piercing Talk
I think I've found a way to get my piercing for free: My Step-Dad's boss (a wealthy and good humoured guy) wants his own nipple pierced. He's in his mid-thirties. I'll casually bring up that subject tomorrow when I'm at work with him, and tell him that I want mine done as well. I'll then say that he can watch, to laugh at my pain, if he pays for the piercing. What's $50 to him? And on top of that, I'll still have what I earned that day working. I'm not saying I'm getting a piercing tomorrow, but any time in the next week is a huge possibility.
The downside to that is, I won't be able to get my piercing done with my "romance partner" in Winnipeg. Writing in this Blog would be so much easier if I'd actually use names of people, it's just a thing I do. Security on the internet and all that stuff, except for when I named the Manager of the Pet Store I worked at, I called her by her first name. So to the special lady in Winnipeg who's waiting for me, I mean no offence when I call you something otherwise :)
Oh, right, back to the topic. The downside to me getting the piercing here in Georgia is that I won't be able to get it if/when she does when I'm in Winnipeg. The good thing to it, though, is that in two weeks when I'm finally in Winnipeg, the piercing will have healed and would be ready to be played with.
Now, about my burn. It does hurt. I've been moisturizing it all day, in hopes that the skin won't peel. Nothing sucks worse than peeling skin with a tan. Just that it looks funny/gross. If anything, it'll be gone in two weeks... if it peels. Hopefully the tan will stick around.
-Thinking of you all day
I think I've found a way to get my piercing for free: My Step-Dad's boss (a wealthy and good humoured guy) wants his own nipple pierced. He's in his mid-thirties. I'll casually bring up that subject tomorrow when I'm at work with him, and tell him that I want mine done as well. I'll then say that he can watch, to laugh at my pain, if he pays for the piercing. What's $50 to him? And on top of that, I'll still have what I earned that day working. I'm not saying I'm getting a piercing tomorrow, but any time in the next week is a huge possibility.
The downside to that is, I won't be able to get my piercing done with my "romance partner" in Winnipeg. Writing in this Blog would be so much easier if I'd actually use names of people, it's just a thing I do. Security on the internet and all that stuff, except for when I named the Manager of the Pet Store I worked at, I called her by her first name. So to the special lady in Winnipeg who's waiting for me, I mean no offence when I call you something otherwise :)
Oh, right, back to the topic. The downside to me getting the piercing here in Georgia is that I won't be able to get it if/when she does when I'm in Winnipeg. The good thing to it, though, is that in two weeks when I'm finally in Winnipeg, the piercing will have healed and would be ready to be played with.
Now, about my burn. It does hurt. I've been moisturizing it all day, in hopes that the skin won't peel. Nothing sucks worse than peeling skin with a tan. Just that it looks funny/gross. If anything, it'll be gone in two weeks... if it peels. Hopefully the tan will stick around.
-Thinking of you all day
I make the effort
Ralph: {skipping with his diorama after coming first place in class} I beat the smart kids! I beat the smart kids! I -- {trips} {unhappy} I bent my Wookie.
Lisa: Hey Ralph, want to come with me and Alison to play "Anagrams"?
Alison: We take proper names and rearrange the letters to form a description of that person.
Ralph: My cat's breath smells like cat food.
-I don't watch enough Simpsons any more
Ralph: {skipping with his diorama after coming first place in class} I beat the smart kids! I beat the smart kids! I -- {trips} {unhappy} I bent my Wookie.
Lisa: Hey Ralph, want to come with me and Alison to play "Anagrams"?
Alison: We take proper names and rearrange the letters to form a description of that person.
Ralph: My cat's breath smells like cat food.
-I don't watch enough Simpsons any more
Needs Cash
With the Winnipeg trip only 17 days away, I need some fast cash. Other than selling my body to rich old ladies, about the only way I could think of making some quick cash is to go to work at the shop of the company my step-Dad works for. So tomorrow morning, I'll be at the shop, doing piddley little things like "handing Frank this wrench" or "cleaning up that oil spill" and "sweeping the dirt out of the garage" etc etc. What's the money going to pay for? Well, every little bit helps. If it buys dinner for two and a drive-in movie space, then that'll suit me just fine. If it pays for a piercing, dinner for two and spot at the drive-in, excellent. If it just plain out pays for a piercing, then by all means necessary, something in the world of economics might happen.
Then fun will have to be made by itself. A little cheaper, but fun none-the-less to spend it with someone you want to be with. Oh, I forgot one little detail. The boss still has to say if he needs my help tomorrow. He's a nice guy who's over-generous with his friends. Maybe he'll pay me for what my work is worth, and then throw down $50 USD toward the piercing. Maybe if i tell him I'll video record it so he can see the look on my face when it's happening, and I can mail it to him for his enjoyment, then he'll just outright buy me the piercing. Hehe... *sigh* there I go daydreaming again.
-Just want to show her a good time in her own city
With the Winnipeg trip only 17 days away, I need some fast cash. Other than selling my body to rich old ladies, about the only way I could think of making some quick cash is to go to work at the shop of the company my step-Dad works for. So tomorrow morning, I'll be at the shop, doing piddley little things like "handing Frank this wrench" or "cleaning up that oil spill" and "sweeping the dirt out of the garage" etc etc. What's the money going to pay for? Well, every little bit helps. If it buys dinner for two and a drive-in movie space, then that'll suit me just fine. If it pays for a piercing, dinner for two and spot at the drive-in, excellent. If it just plain out pays for a piercing, then by all means necessary, something in the world of economics might happen.
Then fun will have to be made by itself. A little cheaper, but fun none-the-less to spend it with someone you want to be with. Oh, I forgot one little detail. The boss still has to say if he needs my help tomorrow. He's a nice guy who's over-generous with his friends. Maybe he'll pay me for what my work is worth, and then throw down $50 USD toward the piercing. Maybe if i tell him I'll video record it so he can see the look on my face when it's happening, and I can mail it to him for his enjoyment, then he'll just outright buy me the piercing. Hehe... *sigh* there I go daydreaming again.
-Just want to show her a good time in her own city
Thursday, July 18, 2002
Must be nice
Actually, it is. If you say "It must be nice to sit around a pool all day and listen to music", then common sense would probably tell you it is ;)
Today, I lay on a matress on the pool. I cycled through a 74 minute CD twice. First time through, I was on my back. Second time through the CD, I was on my front. Three days of doing that and do I have a tan? No way. I'm cursed to remain untanned, there's no justice in this world :D
I have a day and a week until I start the drive from Georgia, back to Canada. I'm not driving, so let's call the driver 'Henry' (he doesn't like that name). We go up through St Louis, then to Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Head west from there, and eventually end up back in Canada.
(50 minutes later)
Woohoo :) I just got off the phone long distance. If you're a regular reader, you know what that means. !!! I'm excited !!! Less than 20 days, and I'll be there. I'm legal to get into bars in Manitoba, which means I can buy my own liquor from stores. Oh yeaaah. 18 nights until I've got spikey black hair and red streaks. 18 nights until I'm with her.
-Nipple ring, anyone? They say it might look good on me
Actually, it is. If you say "It must be nice to sit around a pool all day and listen to music", then common sense would probably tell you it is ;)
Today, I lay on a matress on the pool. I cycled through a 74 minute CD twice. First time through, I was on my back. Second time through the CD, I was on my front. Three days of doing that and do I have a tan? No way. I'm cursed to remain untanned, there's no justice in this world :D
I have a day and a week until I start the drive from Georgia, back to Canada. I'm not driving, so let's call the driver 'Henry' (he doesn't like that name). We go up through St Louis, then to Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Head west from there, and eventually end up back in Canada.
(50 minutes later)
Woohoo :) I just got off the phone long distance. If you're a regular reader, you know what that means. !!! I'm excited !!! Less than 20 days, and I'll be there. I'm legal to get into bars in Manitoba, which means I can buy my own liquor from stores. Oh yeaaah. 18 nights until I've got spikey black hair and red streaks. 18 nights until I'm with her.
-Nipple ring, anyone? They say it might look good on me
Jacks Broken Heart - Against Forgetting
the lesson has been learned
we'll take the spring over this fall
and when it's not getting better,
it's time to grow older.
never forgetting, anything
we try to hold on to why it began
will we survive through this crush
or will we lose touch,
lose sight and just give in.
please don't give in
ready or not
the years will pass
will you know what to do
when it sneaks up on you
they tell you don't pretend
tell them why it began
don't expect them to understand
but expect to tell it all again.
-Oooh, that's deep
the lesson has been learned
we'll take the spring over this fall
and when it's not getting better,
it's time to grow older.
never forgetting, anything
we try to hold on to why it began
will we survive through this crush
or will we lose touch,
lose sight and just give in.
please don't give in
ready or not
the years will pass
will you know what to do
when it sneaks up on you
they tell you don't pretend
tell them why it began
don't expect them to understand
but expect to tell it all again.
-Oooh, that's deep
Wednesday, July 17, 2002
18 days, 19 nights
I went to an Atlanta Braves baseball game, tonight. It was a good game, with a final score of 10 to zeeero for Atlanta. I was there with my step-Dad and a work friend. After the game was over, my Dad said, "Boy, there's something wrong with you. All those girls there and we had to point them out to you." And the friend pipes in, "Yeah, you're no fun". But I really didn't feel like looking. I don't know if I'd have even noticed anything if I had looked. They said I was daydreaming the whole time I was there, which is probably true. I was off in LaLa Land. Bordering on fantasy and the baseball game. What was on my mind? My trip to Winnipeg, which I might add is only 18 days, 19 nights away. I can't wait. Oh... I was just daydreaming again. 18 days.
-"Look over there!" "Huh? Over where? What?"
-Oh yeah, ex-prez Jimmy Carter was at the game, too. I had to point him out.
I went to an Atlanta Braves baseball game, tonight. It was a good game, with a final score of 10 to zeeero for Atlanta. I was there with my step-Dad and a work friend. After the game was over, my Dad said, "Boy, there's something wrong with you. All those girls there and we had to point them out to you." And the friend pipes in, "Yeah, you're no fun". But I really didn't feel like looking. I don't know if I'd have even noticed anything if I had looked. They said I was daydreaming the whole time I was there, which is probably true. I was off in LaLa Land. Bordering on fantasy and the baseball game. What was on my mind? My trip to Winnipeg, which I might add is only 18 days, 19 nights away. I can't wait. Oh... I was just daydreaming again. 18 days.
-"Look over there!" "Huh? Over where? What?"
-Oh yeah, ex-prez Jimmy Carter was at the game, too. I had to point him out.
Tuesday, July 16, 2002
"Fenix Tx - Threesome"
And if there's nothing left to say
I'll string you along until I get my way
Use all those subtle inquiries
Like I want to know if you aim to please
And if you want to dance
If she wants to lead, I won't mind
Let's try this all again only faster now
Now go ahead and pretend I'm your master now
And if you want to dance, if she wants to lead
I'll go out of my way, I'll do anything
And one word is all I need
And if
You know it's all in your mind
Take your time with this one
You both deserve a good time
In every position that I can think of
If you want to dance, if she wants to leave
I'll go out of my way. I'll do anything
And one word is all I need
Let's try this all again, only faster now
Now go ahead and pretend I'm your master now
And if you want to dance, if she wants to lead
I'll go out of my way to make you believe
-That your love is all I need
And if there's nothing left to say
I'll string you along until I get my way
Use all those subtle inquiries
Like I want to know if you aim to please
And if you want to dance
If she wants to lead, I won't mind
Let's try this all again only faster now
Now go ahead and pretend I'm your master now
And if you want to dance, if she wants to lead
I'll go out of my way, I'll do anything
And one word is all I need
And if
You know it's all in your mind
Take your time with this one
You both deserve a good time
In every position that I can think of
If you want to dance, if she wants to leave
I'll go out of my way. I'll do anything
And one word is all I need
Let's try this all again, only faster now
Now go ahead and pretend I'm your master now
And if you want to dance, if she wants to lead
I'll go out of my way to make you believe
-That your love is all I need
Lives at home but never lives there
I've been away from home for a little over two months, let's see if I can make that three. I've got a special little lady waiting for me in Winnipeg. I just called my Dad, I asked him if it was fine. He hasn't seen me at all this summer and I live with him. So he'll front the cash for the ticket and I'll pay him back when I see him in two weeks. There's no going back now, the ticket is non-refundable.
-I'll see you soon
I've been away from home for a little over two months, let's see if I can make that three. I've got a special little lady waiting for me in Winnipeg. I just called my Dad, I asked him if it was fine. He hasn't seen me at all this summer and I live with him. So he'll front the cash for the ticket and I'll pay him back when I see him in two weeks. There's no going back now, the ticket is non-refundable.
-I'll see you soon
Monday, July 15, 2002
"Box Car Racer - I Feel So"
Sometimes
I wish I was brave
I wish I was stronger
I wish I could feel no pain
I wish I was young
I wish I was shy
I wish I was honest
I wish I was you not I
'Cause
I feel so mad
I feel so angry
I feel so callused
So lost, confused, again
I feel so cheap
So used, unfaithful
Let's start over
Let's start over
Sometimes
I wish I was smart
I wish I made cures for
How people are
I wish I had power
I wish I could lead
I wish I could change the world
For you and me
-Speaking the language of music
Sometimes
I wish I was brave
I wish I was stronger
I wish I could feel no pain
I wish I was young
I wish I was shy
I wish I was honest
I wish I was you not I
'Cause
I feel so mad
I feel so angry
I feel so callused
So lost, confused, again
I feel so cheap
So used, unfaithful
Let's start over
Let's start over
Sometimes
I wish I was smart
I wish I made cures for
How people are
I wish I had power
I wish I could lead
I wish I could change the world
For you and me
-Speaking the language of music
My name is
I am an 18 year old virgin. Fairly rare these days? I think it is, according to what everyone else says about me. I'm not a saint; I still wank in bed. And I'm comfortable enough to say that here, even where my Dad's long-term girlfriend can read it (hi delothermum). I party, I think of women. I look forward to my first year of college, because I don't have any hell of a clue what's going to happen. I wonder what my first time having sex is going to be like. I don't wonder about who it's going to be with, because I already know. I am a man, therefor I worry I might be like every other guy and end up hurting the one I love, or whatever strong feeling I should use. I'm just another guy. I'm not too good to be true. Nobody should have to worry about breaking my heart. If you think about how you might break a heart, you'll invent ways to do it. If you start to invent ways to break a heart, you'll end up breaking that heart as a way to justify that you thought you might break a heart. I have faith in people. I have faith in you. I'm 18 years old, 5' 7", 145 lbs. Dark hair, green/yellow/blue/grey eyes (all at once, no contacts). Semi-tan/white skin. I want to feel love, but I don't want to set myself up for a heart break. In relations, I want it all or none. I'm not the kind of person to date more than one person at a time. That makes me feel like a player, and a player is at the bottom of the barrel in my books. In the perfect partner, I look for honesty. She has to be someone I can share my feelings with. Someone I can share anything with. She has to be intelligent and mature. She has to believe in herself, and trust herself. If you don't trust yourself, how is anyone supposed to trust you? She's got to make me smile, and she has to make me want to be with no other girl than herself. Loyal, affirmed, confident.
-But enough about me, let's talk about you
I am an 18 year old virgin. Fairly rare these days? I think it is, according to what everyone else says about me. I'm not a saint; I still wank in bed. And I'm comfortable enough to say that here, even where my Dad's long-term girlfriend can read it (hi delothermum). I party, I think of women. I look forward to my first year of college, because I don't have any hell of a clue what's going to happen. I wonder what my first time having sex is going to be like. I don't wonder about who it's going to be with, because I already know. I am a man, therefor I worry I might be like every other guy and end up hurting the one I love, or whatever strong feeling I should use. I'm just another guy. I'm not too good to be true. Nobody should have to worry about breaking my heart. If you think about how you might break a heart, you'll invent ways to do it. If you start to invent ways to break a heart, you'll end up breaking that heart as a way to justify that you thought you might break a heart. I have faith in people. I have faith in you. I'm 18 years old, 5' 7", 145 lbs. Dark hair, green/yellow/blue/grey eyes (all at once, no contacts). Semi-tan/white skin. I want to feel love, but I don't want to set myself up for a heart break. In relations, I want it all or none. I'm not the kind of person to date more than one person at a time. That makes me feel like a player, and a player is at the bottom of the barrel in my books. In the perfect partner, I look for honesty. She has to be someone I can share my feelings with. Someone I can share anything with. She has to be intelligent and mature. She has to believe in herself, and trust herself. If you don't trust yourself, how is anyone supposed to trust you? She's got to make me smile, and she has to make me want to be with no other girl than herself. Loyal, affirmed, confident.
-But enough about me, let's talk about you
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