#ryan-almost-gosling

[takingitforthevillians-blog]

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You know what sucks? Fucking feelings.  Journal, I haven’t written in you for so long but there is no way I’m keeping this shit in my head. It’s really annoying.And distracting. How the hell am I supposed to make any friends? I don’t have any. Not like that’s a problem but you know what’s stopping a friendship going on this time? These fucking feelings. No, not my brutal honesty that comes across as rudeness. Noooooo. It had to be these emotions. I hate them but I can’t stop them or anything. Yes, you can meet someone and think their instantly the hottest thing after the sun or something but this is beyond ridiculous. Blonde guy aren’t even my type. I’ve been into guys before but a blonde guy? This is actually insane. What the actual fuck is this? Hopefully writting this down will get whatever the hell is in my head out of it soon because I feel really stupid. I bet I will be when I see him sometime in school. Maybe the less I see him, the more these feelings will go away and I can have an actual friend around here. That’s it! I’ll distance myself.Anyway. Thanks journal. I’ve got a plan.-Jimmy

[bound-in-a-leather-jacket-blog]

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Jesus christ, why the hell did I have to go out last night? It’s one thing picking up a random girl, it’s another thing having your parents walking into your bedroom a day earlier than expected to find you there, naked, with some girl from the local high school. Turns out they have ragers in town - students from the high school I was originally going to go to. I went, I pulled, I got fucking caught! New rule, Blaise, when you hook up, we’re going back to their place. The funny thing was, my moms weren’t even angry. ma mére just wanted to talk about safe sex and making sure I was romantic - not the conversation I wanted to have with her, and my mom wanted me to get a test at some sex clinic in town. J’adore ma méres, but it was hell.