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Name: Skye
Gender: Girl
Age: 15
Birthday: 3/15/90
Location: Smalltown Hell
Ethnicity: Skinny White Girl
Likes: Loser music, her inner prep, the Macarana insanity, being interesting
Dislikes: Stupid people, boring things, Severus Snape.
Aim: BeautifulManiac7
Email: Quizzler25@yahoo.com

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Titled: Apprehension
Created By: X_angawhomps for CB
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Sunday, June 05, 2005
A month and a day.

I have had a boyfriend for a month and a day. He has beat the infamous Two Week Mark. Not the first to do so, but still. I'm very proud.

I love the boy.

Perhaps too much.

I'm just so scared sometimes, when I think about it. I love him, but loving him means one of us hurting eventually. One of these days it's going to end for whatever reason and either I'll be broken hearted or he will. I don't want to hurt him and I don't want to be hurt.

I didn't want to love him. I've had a lot of spare time to think lately and I realized I have liked him since God only knows when, and I have loved him since March, when I realized no one else's opinion of me mattered. I realized I don't care what the hell anyone says about me, as long as he still loves me.

I was scared to love him. And I'm still afraid.

But for now...

I could stay in his arms forever.


Pathetic, eh?
Sarah
# posted by Sarah Bo | 6:35 AM |

1 Comments:

gah. i'm the same way. i just want to end it right now tho. so i don't hurt. i'm afraid to hurt. i don't want him to hurt. i know i'll hurt either way, so i want him to hurt too.

By Blogger eve, at 9:03 PM  

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