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(This is what I do in school....)
Yeah. Say Something.
Or Get Bored.
Like I Said,
Could be doing something beneficial to my life.
Actually, this would be that something.
*10:58 P.M. Standard Houston Time. Background Music: All My Love by Tony! Toni! Tone!*
I Fucked Up.
Alright, before you say anything, no, not literally.
"I messed up" is what I mean.
First of all, I'm not sure if I'll be able to make my point with this post.
In fact, I'm going to start blogging more in hopes that this post will soon disappear.
But,
In real life,
Off the keyboards,
Without a pencil,
I can barely hold a conversation with the opposite sex.
I wasn't exactly raised around people.
In all honesty,
I barely left the house as a child.
And this wasn't fully by choice.
Or that I didn't have the chances.
But that's besides the point.
Thing is,
For some reason, I tend to act a little immature just to get a person's attention.
It
*8:13 The Next Day. Background Music: Loser by Charles Hamilton*
I dont know what to think now.
I mean, I was scared and pissed at myself cause I thought she was pissed at myself too.
(Something we had/have in common)
Plus, I'm over blowing this.
Anyway,
Yeah.
I think she isn't as mad at me as she was yesterday.
And I'm an asshole, idiot, let's not continue.
And I have a psychological theory for it.
But I don't feel like sharing it.
So I'll leave this post with this and post up something I wrote later today or tomorrow.
They say adolescence is the transition from a beast to a human
And as much as I would love to stay this beastly, (lying to yourself is good for you)
There comes a time in every man's life where:
A: He has to leave the scene of immaturity to stand on the red carpet of the adults.
&
B: He has to learn how to associate himself with the opposite sex in the right way.
- Welcome To The Contemplation
(Most inconsistant blog post. Ever.)
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