homecoming is always the fucking worst time. i got dressed up, got excited, showed up with a smile, all for one person. one person, who seriously, just is completely rediculous. Danny Peralta pretty much makes my life so much better. hahaha. I don't want to go to sleep. i know it will all go to hell once i lay down and think. i don't want to think. i want it to be tomorrow, so i can go to softball, and run, and think of the game and nothing else. and i want steven and nora to come over and chill, and i want to talk to talia lee bercume. Everything is fine.
i lost the game.
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