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“I think we’d fight less if we were with each other physically.”

Yeah, me too, baby. 
Me too.  

All of this homework and tasks and projects I have to do are stressing me out. They’re all due around the same time and I don’t feel like having my mother nag all the time. I hate it when she thinks I do nothing. She’d ask the stupidest questions. “Do you study at school, Hannah? Do you? Huh?”

….What the fuck, woman. No. I don’t study at school. I take NOTES at school so I can STUDY at HOME. 

I need a life.

I feel as if I’m wasting my life away. Everyday’s the same. Go to school, come home. Homework. Eat, sleep, repeat. 

I wish I had parents that didn’t freak out every time I went out. I wish they didn’t have to ask for the name and number and address of the place we’re going. I wish they didn’t have to ask me to call up the person holding the event and embarrass myself by telling them that my parents wanted to talk to them. 

I’m not allowed to have a social life. Because apparently, the world revolves around education. 

AND THEN I DIE. 

This guy.

I run out of my eighth period class to get to the restroom so I could take care of an emergency. Ahem. 

And I pass JB, but I couldn’t stop since I was in such a rush. As soon as I get out of the building, I see Benz’s car parked out in front of the school so I already thought they were leaving. Then all of a sudden, I see JB run out, pulling up his pants and dashing across the pavement to hug me goodbye. 

Really? Really.

I wish there was some way I could help you.

I know we don’t hang out or go out like most friends do, but you’ve grown on me. And you mean a lot to me. And you’re the only girl I can actually talk to. And I love you. And I don’t like it when you’re so sad and upset all the time. Sometimes you scare me when you say things like that. And when you’re at home, I think “what if.” 

You’ll get out of it soon, I promise. I don’t know exactly when or how, but you’ll get out of it soon and everything will be all better. 

I’m begging you to at least stay with me here. If I lost you, I don’t know what I’d do. 

I like getting to know people.

Slowly.

I like making assumptions about people I don’t even know. I like judging people from a few feet away based on their actions, facial expressions, or body language. I like to make guesses of how people are after I hear about them from others. And then I like to be proven wrong. I like to be able to have the courage to go up to a person and say, “Hey. I want to get to know you. Let’s stop hating each other and do just that.” 

I know you shouldn’t judge, but it is incredibly fun to have someone turn out to be something you thought they weren’t. In most cases. 

Here’s to new friendships. 

Swag.