Thursday, February 17, 2011

Semantics of Romantics

My high school classmates were never particularily troublesome, and in fact in my 13 years at the district I was spoiled with how smooth and peaceful the days went. None of us had died, gone to prison, or diagnosed as unstable. Aside from a few dozens of unexpected pregnancies we were all great kids. I always felt like I was the one struggling to impress. Looking back from here, I feel like I'm the only one who went in a straight line.

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