c/o 2005We had a class trip yesterday, and I love my class of 2005, every one of the eighty seven of us.
I love my friends with everything I have, and I love a boy who has a girlfriend. I love knowing everybody in my school, and I love the familiarality, and I hate how we have to leave. I love the idea of getting away and going to college, and only one other person from my class is going to the same school as me, but I will hate being away from all my friends, especially when I know some of them will be together, and I will be totally on my own. I hate how I can't talk to someone, and how he can't talk to me. I hate watching people be hurt, and I saw that today. I hate how we lost a classmate, and I HATE how we didn't appreciate her when she was here. I hate how one of my best friends in the world won't graduate with us.
But I love the class of 2005.
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Billy: Daddy where did my icey cream go?
Dad: THE COMMUNISTS TOOK IT!
Billy: Oh my god....
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"Baker Baker/Baking a cake/Make me a day/Make me whole again/And I wonder/What's in a day/What's in you cake this time/I guess you heard/He's gone to LA/He says that behind my eyes I'm hiding/And he tells me/I pushed him away.." Baker Baker by Tori Amos
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