But you didn't. And I don't. So you lose.

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about an English course in Davis, I don't know why I would even think about transferring to Dartmouth. :(

I can talk you off the ledge. Wouldn't it be nice to have that all the time? I could mean everything to you because you already mean everything to me.

Ever had that feeling that even though you do not have feelings for that person, but if given the chance, you can learn to love them? Yeah. Something like that.

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I have moved on: www.thechunkiest.tumblr.com. But it's alright though because this Livejournal had some really depressing posts, and I decided to move on to TUMBLR, WHERE I DON'T HAVE AS MANY. DON'T WORRY, I WILL COME BACK ONCE IN A WHILE.

YOU ARE DEAD TO ME.

Summer's not the same without you.

that one time or another, someone has used a metaphor about something or someone being the poison that slowly deteriorated you, but you kept drinking that poison or letting them sting you because you liked it, or even worse, you liked THEM.

But there comes a time in your life when you are brave enough, or you are forced to (for sometimes, we would like to say we are brave enough, but it just a matter of situations, predicaments, and time) suck out that poison. And believe me, when that poison is out of your life, no matter how happy you thought you were; you realize that happiness is talking to friends for seven hours straight, or taking your nephew out to his favorite restaurant, or baking cupcakes and putting them in cones, or even meeting wonderful, new people.

So just think about it, if there is poison in your life, you either die with the venom in you, or you somehow manage to take it now.

I don't know where this metaphor is going, but it is fitting.