 
Try as you might, you can't make someone love you.......
Officially, sophomore year has begun. Bleh. Classes are decent, excluding one or two. Several new teachers. Bleh, again. Homework already. Supposed to finish ready the other summer reading. Ha. Right.  I'll learn to deal, I suppose. Can't wait for more football fridays.  Wearing Micah's jersey all season. Hopefully attending a St. Wendelin game or two to see a few friends play. But we'll see.
Figured I should switch up that format I've been using to write entries. Getting old. Don't even know why I truly bother anymore. Since adding certain comments, specific people don't visit under their name. Interesting.
Since school started, haven't been home. Practically spent the past two days with Alison Leeann.  Good times, good times. Some deserve sunflower seeds thrown at their face, especially after poinlessly and annoyingly turning around twice to see if it was me walking down the road. Neccessary? I think not sweetie. Shit happens.  Ottawa Glandorf vs. Fostoria Redmen tonight with BeBe and Ali. Up early tomorrow morning to shop. Ali's coming with. Don't know the rest. I'll figure it out. For now, off to bed.
Just a little tip:
Don't play games with a girl who can play them better.
She's vulnerable for the reason she is strong.
You're just another priceless work of art
In his [(g.a.l.l.e.r.y)]
I know all the screaming and shouting, all the begging and pleading in the world, wouldn't change your mind.
I hope to God I mean a little more
than the sounds that escape your tired 4 am lips
And oh how I wish I meant a little more
than a symphony of heavy breathing
and the friction of our hips.
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