I didn't stop. at all. i got sick of it. and it was pointless. And then I hated you.
You know it gives me a slight satisfaction to try to pretend i don't hear you, or pretend I'm bored whenever you're around.
Maybe that makes it seem like I don't care. Because then I'll seem more like you.
I'd talk if someone asked me the questions.
I wish summer would hurry up and come.
Because then I could see people.
And it could be sunny.
And I could hook up with hazaaaaa. And stop my weird run of only kissing um yeah what no dont.
And I could get a tan. Which is usually the only thing I have going for me.
except for my off the hook deliciously awkward personality.
i want another bakeoff. they made me happy. and baked goods are good....s.
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