yes, really. i am. slightly sad in way.
honestly, i'm thinking about giving up on this blog and starting a new one.
yes, i said i new one. i haven't updated this one in forever, its from the start of college. while i'm not done yet, i dont feel like i should be continuing writing here.
something to think about.

she won't let go gonna roll the dice
Losing her grace, starts to cry
I feel her pain when I look in her eyes

I wanna be
I want everything, I want everything

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She'd been new to ______, scared and about as alone as a freshman could be. He'd come to her table and sat down right next to her. She'd reached for her tray, but then he'd asked if he could join her, so it hadn't been a mistake, she hadn't trespassed.

She'd nodded, then blushed, then looked at her cottage cheese, wondering what he wanted from her. It must have been a trick or a hazing ritual or something equally heinous that would be revealed all too soon. Because the guy smiling at her was a major babe. Not like a jock or a movie star or anything like that, but it was all there—the eyes, the lips, the height, the way he moved and smiled.

For her, he was the one. Always had been. Always would be. Just her damn luck.