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Dear Thing,

I'm pretending you're someone else for a moment: Why have you stopped caring? Why, when I tell you how I'm feeling, you fail to step up like I know you would have before? What's changed? I know what I feel isn't normal, but is it really wrong? The more I think about it, the more I realize - it isn't. And if I can just get this out... We can move past it, or through it, or do something.

As you can guess, Thing - all quiet.

Ed Sheeran's album = epicness.

French oral was okay. Irish was a no-go and shall be til Monday. Lovely. *Sarcasm*

Okay, feeling kinda strange now. Gonna go... Lie down or something.

Thanks for taking my rant!

~Frankie 9/12/11

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