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Meme DXI am a male.
-------------I am a girl.
I am shorter than 5'4.
I have many scars.
-------------I tan easily.
-------------I wish my hair was a different color.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
I have a tattoo.
I want a tattoo.
-------------I am self-conscious about my body.
Matt and Mello: WaitingDid you ever wonder what I was doing, all those years without you?
The first few weeks were the worst. I didn't talk. I didn't eat. I slept nearly all day. I smoked for the first time.
Roger came to me, eventually. He yelled a lot, about health and standards of living and how I was making a fool of myself. I guess his throat got sore, though, because finally he just deflated and sat on the edge of my bed and took my hand and told me that he was sorry, that you weren't coming back.
I cried at that, and he patted my back and said comforting things, but I pushed him away. It wasn't him who I wanted to be there, consoling me. It was you.
Don't look at me like that: you look like a hurt puppy. It's not your fault, not really. You only wanted to protect me, keep me out of your way, Near's way, Kira's way. You wanted me to have no part in any of it, other than a confused spectator.
After my stage of depression came a desperate hope.
I waited for you, you know. Every day, I ignored all the act
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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