Mmmm. Peppermint schnapps.
On the one hand, I create drama out of everything. On the other hand, this much conflict in my head is probably not a positive start to anything. On the other hand I am reminding myself of Samantha before she and the jewish one started dating. On the other hand, that isn't working out so great either. Still, I don't even know what I want, which might mean that I shouldn't do anything at all. But...I definitely know what I DON'T want, so it would be nice to be rid of all that.
One day I will be in a mental asylum and we will discuss my hyper-analytical nature that drove me over the edge of sanity, and they will all sigh and say, "What a waste, that girl had so much potential. Pity nobody could save her from herself." Nope. I won't let anyone stop me from engaging in my own destructive head games.
"Fuck Sudan, it's all about Bryce."
-at the Suprise party for Bryce that coincidentally happened the same night as the Save Darfur club's fundraising party.
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