Here i sit. Waiting to go to this dance. The dance she made me go to. Although she wont be hanging out with me, she still wants me to go. I find it stupid. She finds it memorable. I may seem like a negative person when i write these but I am actually just confused. Confused really describes me. I wish she would know, ya know? Those hugs she gave to me, all the times she hits me, everytime I get to be there for her. Its all such an amazing experience that i hope comes into my arms.
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FanfictionI got wattpad back (Not that anyone cares) but this story is about a girl i fell in love with. So yeah i mean. Cool. I hope nobpdy reads this
