I am currently in a state of immense awe and resentment for a certain someone. They are a genius, but they choose to reject social strictures and "march to their own drumbeat" or whatever the fuck people say these days. I hate the fact that their plan is working, but I also love it, becuase I am just that selfish as to want this persons inner beauty to stay a secret. The fact is though, the inner beauty is rapidly fading as the joke gets old and the players get older. Written word is amazing, but do actions speak louder than words? Yes, in fact, they do. At the Bush school anyways. Current Location: desk Current Mood: uncomfortable Current Music: nothing
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