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Being in the group has fueled my self hatred and depression better than anything else. It's like being in high school all over again.

You coax the blues right out of the horn, Felipe,You charm the husk right off of the corn, Felipe,You’ve got the banjoes strummin’ And plunkin’ out a tune to beat the band,The whole plantation’s hummin’,Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land...You make the cotton easy to pick, Felipe,You give my old mint julep a kick,Felipe!Who ever thought Felipe would put Our little Dixie belles to shame?

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling: From glen to glen, and down the mountain side/The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying//'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow' Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow: Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so!!!

I like you. And one day, we're going to meet. And I'm going to want to kiss you. This will present me with an ethical dilemma, because I'm not single. Nonetheless, I'm going to want it. I guess my best hope is that you won't.

I have a crush on someone and I know it's dumb to because honestly, I'm a huge fucking weirdo and if I admitted it they'd run screaming the other way... but I can't help it. Despite everything I genuinely think she's great and I want to say something but again. The screaming and the running. I'll just keep it to myself.

I thought you were a nice person. I wish I wasn't so sorely mistaken.

Im scared to message any of you first, but I miss some of my friends.

A Traveler's Tale

She looks in the mirror, and wonders what they see, Whether just a lurker, or joke-maker be. She tried hard to make friends, and instead, one found her. Now, no matter what he says, he always does astound her. A tiny flame of hope, just a ripple of surprise, She thought no one noticed the pain lurking behind her eyes. She’s on a solitary journey, one she must go alone. That does not mean she cannot take a side-kick for her own. A small Fairy on her shoulder, “Hey, Listen!” he does cry. “It’s dangerous to go alone, let’s make it you AND I.” And so she continues forward, fights the battle that she must, Knowing that she’s not alone, When daylight turns to dusk.

I'm totally into Corbett G. And he has no idea.

even though I'm normally a brutally honest dick that gets annoyed easily, I still feel anxious and I get the horrible feeling you get when you offend someone, its just my way not appearing like a whiny pushover that can be walked all over without any real consequences. I wish I wasn't this much of a hardass'd jerkoff but I feel its the only way

Are Jac C and Maria G a thing still? Or were they even a thing ever? Because it kinda seemed that they were and then abruptly didnt seem that way at all..

I really just wanna be Poppy's friend. A lot. But I don't wanna seem creepy or over eager even though I think she's probably the coolest.

I'm getting more and more convinced that someone has me blocked. But I don't want to seem all attention seeking in asking. But I also really want to know why!

Corbett's chest hair is overwhelmingly dreamy

And here I thought some of you gave a damn. Nope. Clearly not. Got over being sad to leave really fucking quick. Now, it's more of a good riddance. If anybody even noticed

Can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad? Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad. I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral, can't understand what I mean, well you soon will

I stare into the void, but all I see is her, A girl who mirrors me, but why? I can’t be sure. Shes absolutely gorgeous but her smiles could be brighter, I wonder if a hug and kiss would be enough to ignite her, Not into a passionate frenzy, but to kindle her perfect flame. I know id like to try, but if I did itd be a shame. Because I’m not good enough for that girl, her beauty and her grace. I’m nothing but a shell, not even a pretty face. An empty vessel, with nothing in my heart, Except a yearning, a longing, for a new part. Maybe I could kindle, and maybe she could fill, Or maybe I’m a fool whose feelings should lie still. Because no one can complete you, not a woman on a shelf. Not a man, a book, or money. Only yourself. -Samuel Hamilton

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