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Except it's not that cool or romantic but funny story I started thinking someone took it as a joke and I was like it was totally him and when my dad tries to find it it's gonna show up at his house
I think he walked here which I feel terrible about especially cause he lives on a hill and I could've driven but he has a Ring and those things creep me out so I let him come cause I thought he wasn't gonna walk

Good news, he drove. I'm just blind and didn't see his car lolll

XD it does sound cliche af though

I dropped my phone because I'm a klutz and he called me a dork

jules is now active on sc and seems to be physically okay, a friend told me, so now i can breathe a little easier

Oh yay, that’s really good :D

yhea

Guys help I can't stop thinking about him and I hate it more than words can describe. More than whispers ducks. I'm supposed to be doing stuff but I can't

GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS!!!! I'M FREAKIN' BACK AFTER A SUCKY SUMMER AND I HAVE NEWS!!!

TEAAA

Let's hear it!

You cant leave us hanging like that!!

WHISPER

Guys help I can't stop thinking about him and I hate it more than words can describe. More than whispers ducks. I'm supposed to be doing stuff but I can't

this is so soft to read especially coming from you

GUYS HES HAD A POPTART AND A BAG OF CHIPS SINCE TUESDAY AND ITS MY FAULT HE DIDNT EAT DINNER CAUSE HE HAD TO BRING ME MY PHONE AND THEN HE HAD A CHEM REPORT AND APPARENTLY THAT EQUALS NOT EATING DINNER AND HE DOESNT EAT LUNCH ANYMORE CAUSE HE DOESNT HAVE MONEY THIS IS NOT OKAY

I've already gone through several of my friends doing this intentionally and I don't plan for it to happen again

I HAVE AN UPDATE ON THE GAY

UPDATE US

YES

GIRL NUMBER ONE IS STILL HOT AND WORE EYELINER A G A I N WHICH IS ILLEGAL AND I MIGHT TRY TO MAKE SOMETHING HAPPEN

AND THE "I'M IN LOVE" TEXT FROM GIRL NUMBER TWO WAS NOT ABOUT ME WHICH I'M GLAD ABOUT FOR REASONS I'M NOT GONNA EXPLAIN HERE
BUT LUCKILY THE GIRL I'M REALLY INTO {NUMBER ONE} IS STILL GOING STRONG LOL

Ye ye! Awesome! And uhhh I wrote a whole page of how I hate crushes…..

I hate crushes.
You may wonder, “Why do you hate crushes so much?”
Well, I’ll tell you why.
Recently I have fallen. Fallen so deep I don’t know if I can ever get out. I have fallen in love. With one perfectly perfect human being that could easily rip my heart out and I wouldn’t bat an eye. He could throw me off the highest cliff and I wouldn’t care. I would probably only think, “Wow! He actually thought about me enough to throw me off that cliff!” And then I would hit the rocky bottom and shatter into a thousand heartbroken pieces.
The worst part is, is that I know I’ll never be with him. He’ll never notice me. He’ll never care about me. I hate it. I hate him and I hate myself. I hate how when he walks past my heart skips. I hate how when I hear his name I perk up. I hate how when I talk about him my voice wavers. I hate how when he looks at me and I stop breathing.
Crushes suck.
I have found myself thinking about what “he” thinks and what “he” wants and what “he” likes. Why does it matter? “He” doesn’t care about what I think or what I want or what I like. “He” probably doesn’t even remember my name. Forget about it. Stop wanting him and stop liking him.
But how?
I can’t stop liking him. I can’t stop wanting him. I can’t stop myself from loving the way he smiles — with soft dimples and bright eyes — and from melting when he sings or when he laughs and from feeling significant when he speaks to me. He makes me feel important when he acknowledges me, but at the same time, I feel like nothing when he doesn’t.
So that’s why I hate crushes. They ruin people. They tear you apart like hungry lions disguised as heart shaped eyes and soft kisses and warm hugs. Crushes are useless and worthless, and they do no one any good other than destroying you. Crushes are nothing but stupid dreams and painfully awkward moments and aching hearts. Crushes are prisons designed to make us swoon and giggle and smile until we realize far too late that the door is locked and there is no way out.
The only way out is through him. Through the crush. He has to be willing to unlock to door and set me free and into his waiting arms. He has to want to free me and to want to love me the same way I would for him. His choice is the only thing keeping me in this jailcell.
So please, I beg of you, to free me. The pain is too much. The torture is too much. I love you too much.
Either break my heart or love me back, otherwise, I’ll be trapped here forever.

Accept the cell. Accept the chances of being caught, accept the chances of hitting a sharp bottom, and let yourself free-fall while you still can. Let his smile, voice, eyes, words affect you - given that you're being affected a healthy amount. Now I know I'm young and inexperienced, and if anyone else has a different opinion don't hesitate to shoot mine down. But I think you're going to try to make yourself stop liking him, eventually, and when that happens you'll be restricting your emotions. Never, ever, do that. Don't try to push the feelings down or bottle them up, because they'll continue bubbling under the surface and eventually explode. If that happens, it'll become a long and miserable cycle of hating your heart and wrangling it to like and dislike certain people, when it just wants what it wants. So accept the risks and take the fall, enjoy the occasional thrills of hope while still being internally, somewhat grounded.

I, too, hate having crushes