I don't want my high expectations. Just better than bad. I don't expect perfect from anything. But I wouldn't object to losing ten pounds or falling in requited infatuation.

I'm sick of the blank slate, the nothing. I think about college and the future too much but my thoughts are never productive. I only get more confused with every passing words. There are too many fascinating things in this world to dedicate your like to one and all my most fascinating are highly specialized.

But who cares about that. It's the heartbreak, the angst, we yearn for.

I'm a disaffected youth. I protested school spirt by wearing our rivals colors. No one cared. It's just Crystal.

And no many how many times I see it in type my name always strikes me as strange. Crystal and so and so sitting in a tree. The games we play are the games we need. Breath deep for everything cliche.

Yeah. Exactly.



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