dazed and confused

So at first it started with a kiss. And missing him. And loving him and wanting him to love me back.
But now? I don't know what this is. A mess, I think.

But this baby knows.

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Look out! there's a gap.

Why hasn't anyone been obsessed with this before?
Please, don't let any army sergeant orthodontist cover up your personality with uniform rows of boring dead straight chompers?

Elastic Molasses

Hello world, I've decided to join the ranks of the countless numbers of bloggers. Not to necessarily to show to anyone my life, but for me to look back on a document of what went on in my crazy teenage life and the things I love and the things I hate.

This summer has been a little insane. Things have happened this summer that I would have never in my wildest dreams imagined. Some of it good and some of it bad. But mostly I feel like time is playing its same cruel trick to me that it does to everyone: its moving on.

And as I get older I feel like I'm adding layers to my mask, my personality, my character or whatever it is that I show the world. And I am learning that it changes and that I cannot be afraid to let it change, as I become older and more complex and even hopefully, fingers crossed, a little wiser too.

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