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I don't even know what to say. Though I got a lot stuff to. Maybe someday I'll be done holding the weight of the world on my shoulders, but for now it's weighty as it never was.
It's changing. Relations I considered perfect turned out not half as ideal. But some others revealed themselves as if from outer space. All of a sudden I found myself to be hopelessly heterosexual. AND I'm, like, starting to lose the palm to this striped clown from... whatever. No, let me set it this way: I'm ALREADY trying to get it back. That's how far it went...
I suddenly realized it was not me who managed my contacts, it was THEM who managed ME. No matter how hard I tried to deal with them. Guess I'll just stop acting like juggling friends and enemies which takes pretty much energy and concentrate on myself. It's the 11th grade, what am I thinking!?