The boy sitting next to me in the computer lab asked me to watch his stuff while he stepped outside. I said yes of course. I read his journal of thoughts and poems. He shouldn't have left it open, four inches away from my left elbow. I shouldn't have read it. I'd like to tell him I liked his poems, but I won't. I really would like to, but I don't want to make it weird for us. I mainly have myself in mind. I'm still sitting next to him.
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SuckitbySina
this is extremely unrelated. but because i was unable to find you on fb. here you go. diediedie http://i43.tinypic.com/2mh8io.jpg
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