I am tired, in the night my heart screams. But I can't even open my mouth to let anything out; I still dream of him.
Its sickening, he's one of those annoyingly blonde California types. I feel smothered. I can't see straight. My mouth constantly spits out verbal crap. I'm failing my classes, my personal life is a wreck and my skin is exploding with spots.
Have you ever seen one of those boys, and you have to turn around and look? Yeah thats Andrew Moser.
THIS HURTS----i feel small.
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