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Sunday, May 20, 2012

Thanks for the adventure, now go have a new one.

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Saturday, May 19, 2012

Anonymous asked: Would you ever want to dress up a guy in girl clothes, nail polish, and makeup?

two. jes.

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Anonymous asked: I miss you...

one.

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Friday, May 18, 2012
dana-m:

I’m really gonna miss Leadership. My high school career wouldn’t have been the same without it. Thanks for giving me the best high school experience I could ask for❤💙 #2012 #leadership (Taken with instagram)

dana-m:

I’m really gonna miss Leadership. My high school career wouldn’t have been the same without it. Thanks for giving me the best high school experience I could ask for❤💙 #2012 #leadership (Taken with instagram)

Posted at 6:38 PM Permalink ∞ Reblogged from dana-m
Thursday, May 17, 2012

What am I doing? Every time I actually think that I could give you my everything, my trust, my love, my forgiveness, you turn around and pull the same old stunt. You actually got me excited for once…I was actually excited. But how stupid of me to think this way, to feel this way, believing that you actually cared. If you pull this off, you’re a real pick. It just goes to show who you prioritize in your life. I guess I’m just another excuse. If not an excuse then a second choice. When will I ever be first to you? I don’t want to believe these allegations, but for some reason I’m really not surprised. This hurt cos I was so happy to see you again. I thought I left everything in the past. Now feeling like a total idiot for allowing you to bring back these tears, I’m disgusted. When can I feel at ease with you? When can I call you without that bulge in my throat. When can I actually look you in the eye and say I love you, like I mean it. I can’t when you always put yourself first. You did it when you left…and you’re doing it now. I can’t tell you how stupid I feel for bragging about not seeing you for such a long time and having you come to graduation. Why…why did you do this to me? Why am I doing this to myself. I’m a fool for even thinking that you’ve changed. You arriving Sunday, just turned bittersweet. 

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