love is dead

My heart is failing. I feel like something of a whore. I kissed a girl I only met an hour before, who I shamelessly flirted with in front of her sister, and my friends. Things worked out alright, and things always work with strangers. I like bowling! It's alittle late, so I think I'm going to just play things over in my mind awhile longer, and then I am again going to try to repost a real entry. ALLY: whatever I did, I'm very sorry. I love you, forgive me.
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Nothing.
Just.
Let's not talk anymore.
i wouldve invited you to church

but i didnt go
and sunday was very hectic.
including me jumping out of my dads car and being stranded at 91st and spring mill road not knowing where i was