That bad boy face

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I laid there, in my bed. Two comforters on me. Even though I wasn't very cold. I wanted to call Jackie but it felt like to much effort to reach for my phone. so i laid there staring at my huge kiss poster. Then all the other crap in my room. It look like the randomness junk ever. James deans handsome mug staring down at me with that bad boy distraught look. Next to him a cute care bear dancing with another. Stuffed animals everywhere, enough bath and body works to own a store. Clothes every where, drawings hung up. My room was every bit me but I felt like a stranger looking in. . . I couldn't sleep. I go into my bath room searching for night quill or sleeping pills. I had nether so I just sat there . I heard my phone ping. I reach my lazy arm over and grab it.

Clay: Hey

me: what do you want ?

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