... That you should never, ever trust your expectations. Intuition honestly is a pile of rubbish. A thought occurred to me today, as I sat in the cloakroom at the end of second rec. I barely know anyone. I am not close to a single person. I think this is such a sad fact. I don't know anything about anybody (other than the physical factors - siblings, parents), and if I am truly honest, I don't think anyone really knows me. It is so strange to think that the people who I would call my best friends very likely haven't a clue as to what is happening at home, or what's going on in my head. Perhaps they think they do. Perhaps they do, and I am misreading everything. That's the trouble. Most people are so difficult to read.
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Couscous... you let yourself down too much, and i admit, everyone loves you and wants to be you! meehhh some more (that sound would be alot more interesting if you could here me say it)
Aww, Fati, you are so nice. I'm sorry for my mad depressive bit, but I am groovy now. I have a star stuck for my forehead. All is good.
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