Summer sun's calling my name

Hannah tagged me in this because I needed a smile, and so help me, I really do

 

Rule 1: Tag three friends

Well, I don't have any on here, so Christy, if you see this, you're it.

Rule 2: Fill in the non-bolded areas with your own thoughts. Watch Cassie's Therapy Video from the top link to see the original. Below is mine.

Rule 3: Enjoy exploring your own brain. It's rather fun.

abracadabra, wow!I like girls who are genuine and boys who are sweethearts.

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i like cookie dough.
i like black panther cuddles (it's a toy)

i like candles

i like being loved

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i like roommates who laugh with me
i like people who listen
i like not stressing

 i like rain on a tin roof

 i like being a musician

i like being there for people

i like kitties

 

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i love my best friends today i found new depths to myself .in some ways, i love everything its less, its less of a thing to like, its less distinct, its less particulari like things that i like but i love everythingthere's more choice in likecause even the worst things have things you love in themi don't know what you mean about things i hatei hate hospitals 

i hate ignorant people.
i hate feeling alone

 

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i hate being such a depressive person
i hate failure
i hate being alone , but in ways, it's those times that show me what I need the most

i hate being trapped in my own perception

i hate when my contacts make my eyes hurt
i hate this, wow...sorry

Random thought

One of my friends texted me earlier today, and told me he and another friend wanted to come see me after they ate dinner (yay, right?) So, I tell him to text me when they're on their way over, dash around, clean up apartment. (I'm pretty sure they're going to forget or not make it.) This was around 5:30. Around 8, I text him asking if it's going to be around 10 before they make it over. He replies that "no, we'll be over sometime soon." Then around 9, he texts me saying that dinner was kinda late, so they can't make it over, sorry. And I reply pretty short, and he apologizes 3 times. I know he's sorry. And I forgive him. He's never done this to me before.

But so many people have before. I take for granted that people are going to forget me. Again, and leave.