SHOES.

well. i know this boy called shoes. i got off with him at a party. he said he liked me. and i believed him. I dont know why I did. He was too fit for me anyone could see that. I only got off with him because he probably thought i was a slut and would go really far with him. well i wouldnt. I dont know why the think that worries me is that if i hadnt known that some people at my school would have compeltely rejected me if i had. He was tall, brown hair, brown eyes, and had a bit of a spasticated indie dress sense. he was taller than me, and well, wasnt a very good pull. he slobbered. but i thought you know what, everything else i do in life gets fucked up so yeah, ill deall with the bad pull, the dress sense, and that tiny feeling that i was being used for one night, just so even if only for two hours,i could feel like some boy actually cared about me, thought i was pretty, had a nice body, and you know, liked me. but he didnt. so yeah. i dunno. ive given up on boys. i dont care about them. until they care about me. actually no, thats a lie. I do care about them, i just never tel anyone I do, even my self. 

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