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kiyuso
☕ Partially active. Just blogging down my messy thoughts for the record and future references. Also a story writer, typically concerning my gays. I don't particularly have any interests. It's more like, if something piques my interests, I become infatuated or obsessed.
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Second period; I was late for class. I walked in, and saw my so called friend to be sitting with the other group of friends next to our table. Oh certainly, I felt abandoned and betrayed. On days when my dear betrayer was absent or late, I would sit in our table regardless if she was here or not. But, she went off and sat down with her own group. Whether it be for a project or because they invited her, regardless of all that bullshit, she didn't have a single ounce or drop of me in mind. I wonder of her ignorance now? Some friend, back to step three -- acquaintance. |