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immaturity is the act of compromising yourself in an unhealthy relationship. this isnt rocket science and for damn sure isnt a new revelation. such a simple concept yet how many people do we know that constantly repeat the cylce of "man why do my friends only go for crazy motherfucking girls?" this leads to a few conclusions. either a) our friends are not as intelligent as we would like to think they are. or b) our friends are just as emotionally fucked as the people they are dating. because who you date is a direct reflection of who you are, what you find attractive, what you find acceptable, what you're willing to put up with, and what you are willing to be subjected to. maybe its you that im talking about. maybe you are the moron who continually makes excuses for your boyfriend or your girlfriend. maybe it's you that perpetuates the cycle and continues to let shitheads go unchallenged. maybe it's you that secretly knows that this person isn't worth your love. yet you continually chase after that one night that he kissed you goodnight under the streetlights so hard it made you float back into your room to write a journal post about how amazing and perfect he was. but he'll never kiss you like that again. and despite all attempts of reliving that night, he will perpetually disappoint. because that night, despite all good judgement, you idealized. you see these people as the end all, be all, of love. when in reality we are simply smelly and flawed boys and girls. we refuse to see our faults and our flaws when most of us are smart enough to know that no one comes wrapped in a little yellow bow, and that none of us shit strawberry ice cream. so why do we continually fall for the same shitty boy and shitty girl? well, that butterfly feeling in your stomach is your worst enemy. that is the feeling that love makes when it is storming the castle wall of common sense. that's what it feels like when someones smile has gotten the best of you and conned you into thinking that he or she is everything that you have ever wanted...and that's where we go wrong. because that's when we believe that someone can complete us. true love is when we complete ourselves. anything less is giving in, trading down, and selling out. true love is when we are mature enough to say no, no thank you, to someone who despite how they glow under the moonlight, forgets to call the next day. to say no fuck you, to the little cute rebel boy who continues to string you along and break your heart. true love is knowing who not only genuinely deserves but is willing and excited to treat our love in the manner in which it deserves. true love is not giving time to shitty boys and shitty girls because we know we are better than that. true love is knowing the difference between someone completing us, and someone complimenting us. true love is someone who will not eclipse our glow, only enhance it.
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[30 May 2006|12:22am] |
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 PS-I LOVE MY BIFFLE THENICKSUMMER ALOTALOT!!!!!
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[13 May 2006|02:38pm] |
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aw prooooom, i loved you so much.
 brushing my teeeeethies.
 before we got our makeup done
 MAC!
 gaelle<3
 my hott date.
 gaylord.
 kristina looked so pretty
 brandon was an amazing dance partner all night :)
 paul's awesome.
 qttttt
 after prom, on our way to the hotel.
 thennn, on the way home from the party this morning, lookin tired as fuck.
prom was everything i wanted it to be and more. the actual dance was alot of fun. it was also right on the beach, and that was beautiful. everyone danced, got along, and had a good time. afterwords, we went to this fuckin awesome 5 star hotel in miami. the kid who had it, spent like 2000 bucks on the room, so needless to say, it was amazing. got crunk and chilled on the amazing balcony/roof that overlooked miami most of the night.
nights like these are what i'm gunna miss the most about highschool.
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