Work.
Work.
Work.
Work.
I wish I could make things right again, and I wish that you could believe me that I'm right.
Yes, I'm right, so back off. I know in my heart that everything should be okay again, but I just wish that you, SAMuel would just take my word on it and get your head out of your ass.
-sigh-
I guess everything can't be perfect and I guess that I have to grow a deeper hide, because as AJ told me today, people are gonna be haten on me.
I feel so gangasta using the word 'haten.'
Like, I feel as if maybe I should go hug Gabe and then do the 2 step.
But, I don't know, tomorrows the beginning of a new year and I hope that this year will be my best so far.
Call me crazy, but I have a good feeling about this.
Wish me luck, world.
And tell me to fly.
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