Details of unhappy memories are things I try to surpress, but it seems that they always surface at one point or another. for instance a relationship that began on September 3rd.
I went to a football game horribly miserable because of a previous failed relationship.
I was friends with this guy I went to the game with for a bit, flirt buddies.
life was good, superficial and fake, but good.
I was apart of school activities with a clique everyone either feared or loathed or was apart of.
and well I had a front that wasn't me..... oh yeah... I was the new kid.. My own version of Mean Girls. haha
..... I rambled.... back to this guy.
A guy who was fun to flirt with, funny... at the time, and somewhat attractive.. haha
Yeah I had a crush.. and it became a relationship about as quickly as it stopped, it seemed.
for a week it was fun and romance that was as shallow as a sandbar and I didn't know it. High school maturity, it'll get ya everytime. I superficially fell "head over hills." Flowers, Hammocks, A rescuer is how I saw him at the time and on September 12th we began to date officially. It was a spiral downhill of nothing but physical advancedments and arguements sparked from jealousy and evetually led to hostility and a misplaced vcard. It ended on October 28th. and eventually turned into a nuclear war of verbal abuse and hostile glances... he's totally different to me now... I don't know that other person... I feel like I never did...
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