csesposito
I am not determined. I am not my friends. I am not my peers. I am not what I see everyday when I walk through the doors of my school. my high strung, competetive private school. I am nothign next to what I sit next to, and nobody will ever know.
I'm not available until the 19th i told him. i lied. i was available the nineteenth. i only said that because i had read somewhere that you have to "play hard to get". but now i feel stupid. what if he knows and now thinks i just dont like him.