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Ok so... a year ago you wouldn't have been able to make me fill this out to save my soul, but now I feel some weird compultion that drives me to do it. So here it goes... before I hit my Sophmore year in highschool I was a kind of self imposed loner. Well mostly self imposed, most of the people around me were either complete asses, completely shy or just plain old rubbed me wrong, I still had friends, but they were the type that would testify against you after you did something stupid, instead of sitting on the bunk next to you in a dirty cell laughing about it. Those friends I didn't really have till I hit off my Sophmore year. Here's what I think all that was about...
I'm freakishly tall for my age (I hit 6' in the sixth grade, I was 12),
I read all the time, even when I don't have to, and when I had the chance to do something else,
I wasn't all that athletic until I started wrestling (I was 226 lb.),
and I didn't dress in a style that anyone would call even remotly "in."
Anyway that all changed when I met my best friend Shevie. Shevie is basicly the same person that I am in the opposite gender, only she's not freakishly tall and she doesn't read all the time. Anyway to get down to the nitty gritty thats when I started to get some friends, weather I liked it or not. Shevie had recently gained a best friend in my Freshmen year, they were in the 8th grade, and Rebecca just came along with the package, only she had something to contribute too, Katie who later became my girlfriend. At first I didn't really care if those two were there, they just happened to be around Shevie and that was the end of the matter, but then I began to see their value as my friends, and now after a year and a half of knowing them I couldn't even imagin what my life was like before. Anyway thats not the point, after I gained just that one friend, suddenly I was shoved into the center of a tightly knit group of friends, it started with just the four of us, we have experienced gains and losses from people moveing, never from hatred and now we are 12, with one or two unwanted tag-alongs. All of us had the same story with different details filling in the pages, and now we inseperabe, irrevocably tied to eachother, each individual the fabric of the other's sanity. To those 11 awesome people, who are my sanity, I love you beyond your belief, and I wound you never to hurt you, but because I love you and would rather see you scared by me than cut down by the kisses of our enemies. You are safe from the pain they would bring because I love you enough to tell you the truth.
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HOW THE HECK DO YOU GET SO MANY EXPENSIVE STUFF?!?!?!?!?
just wanted to know... XD
so hey