iconfess, (153.) I confess that, I don't like you, but I want you to like me oh so bad. I love how you make such an adorable face, we never talk, but the things you do are cute. I know you did some bad in the past, but I'm glad you stopped, or at least I think you did. You changed, so much, I don't even know if you can see how much you changed. You were this sweet, innocent boy. Now I'm not sure, you hang out with an entirely different crowd. We were coool, in the beginning of eighth grade, we didn't have that class together anymore. You stopped hanging out with us, tried to be cool, fit in with that crowd. You're not cool if you're just hanging out with them because they them selves are 'cool.'I mean, what'sup with you now? Sure we were never 'close' friends, but I still liked having you around, the innocent, sweet, and nice guy you were. Now I see you pass by, not even a single glance, what'sup with that? Sure, even though we don't talk, I was sure we were still friends right? I try to talk to you sometimes, but you have your friends you'd rather go to. They aren't even friends, I don't think they'd be there in your greatest time of need. You need people who care for you, like me, and those you used to hang out with. They're the ones who really cared for you, who saw you for who you really were. Your friends won't judge you for your flaws, I assure you, you'll be in great hands. Soon this year will be over, then we won't see each other again, perhaps passing halls? Maybe not, well I'm sure us being friends is over. You can go back to those who you feel you belong with. If you never need a hand, don't be afraid to come back and ask us. Don't use us, we're the ones who can really make you feel safe, we won't put you down. I'll always tell you the truth, I'm support you, I'll tell you to never give up. I'll tell you now, don't do something you'll for sure regret in the future. So this, perhaps, is my farewell. Have fun trying to fit in, being someone you're not. I love you.)

Tuesday, January 19th

153.) I confess that, I don’t like you, but I want you to like me oh so bad. I love how you make such an adorable face, we never talk, but the things you do are cute. I know you did some bad in the past, but I’m glad you stopped, or at least I think you did. You changed, so much, I don’t even know if you can see how much you changed. You were this sweet, innocent boy. Now I’m not sure, you hang out with an entirely different crowd. We were coool, in the beginning of eighth grade, we didn’t have that class together anymore. You stopped hanging out with us, tried to be cool, fit in with that crowd. You’re not cool if you’re just hanging out with them because they them selves are ‘cool.’I mean, what’sup with you now? Sure we were never ‘close’ friends, but I still liked having you around, the innocent, sweet, and nice guy you were. Now I see you pass by, not even a single glance, what’sup with that? Sure, even though we don’t talk, I was sure we were still friends right? I try to talk to you sometimes, but you have your friends you’d rather go to. They aren’t even friends, I don’t think they’d be there in your greatest time of need. You need people who care for you, like me, and those you used to hang out with. They’re the ones who really cared for you, who saw you for who you really were. Your friends won’t judge you for your flaws, I assure you, you’ll be in great hands. Soon this year will be over, then we won’t see each other again, perhaps passing halls? Maybe not, well I’m sure us being friends is over. You can go back to those who you feel you belong with. If you never need a hand, don’t be afraid to come back and ask us. Don’t use us, we’re the ones who can really make you feel safe, we won’t put you down. I’ll always tell you the truth, I’m support you, I’ll tell you to never give up. I’ll tell you now, don’t do something you’ll for sure regret in the future. So this, perhaps, is my farewell. Have fun trying to fit in, being someone you’re not. I love you.

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