do not deconstruct. it leaves you feeling scattered... kinda like how your Lego would look if you took it all apart and left them all on the floor. it leaves you feeling somewhat hollow... kinda like oh, you know... the empty Lego box, since all the Lego pieces are on the floor.
boys are drama queens. have you noticed that? or have i just been so blessed as to have witnessed two living breathing anomalies?
would you share your chocolate sundae? stand in the rain to make sure i'm alive? buy me ice-cream when i least expect it? tell me, with a worried look, that i'm suicidal if i really looked it? and still stick by me despite me being a weirdo and a possible psychopath? read to me from the history textbook at 1 a.m.? not laugh at my face during and after my embarrassing moments? keep my secrets safe and sound until the day you die? well, he did. well, you did a couple of the above too. but i stopped taking people apart after i left you scattered everywhere. i don't remember cleaning up but someone must have swept you under a rug. or did you do that all by yourself?
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you never cease to amaze me how you say what you want to say and yet make no sense at all to your readers unless they know what you're writing about...
i need to learn how to do that...
i dunno man... don't know if being able to spew nonsensical bs is a good thing or not. O.o :)
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