So a good start to the new year dosn't seem so far away. Another 18th gone, another dance to Come on Eileen has passed. I can't believe how I can actually allow myself to like my friends boyfriend. Clearly, what am I thinking? But he doesn't make the dream seem so far out of reach, which worries me.
Nothing will happen though. Which is good, and which also sucks, because I doubt I could ever find a more perfect match. Naw.
This Friday should sort me out, get my brain in the correct gear. Oh right, going insane am I? I most certainly am not. But I fear that a good ol' friend of mine may be, what a festering family she has. She wouldn't believe she was 18...
It's a race, a race for rats, a race for rats to die.
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