I'm not your punching bag, stop treating me like I am.
Sometimes I forget you exist. That scares me.
I don't know that I want to go, I don't really like most of you.
Why are you trying to get involved in our personal lives?
I've given you a chance. I've given you lots of chances. I don't like you.
You don't deserve it. I do.
(If you care to know who these people are and you know me well enough, you know whether or not you should ask.)
I like helping people.
I appreciate people who make me a better individual, physically, mentally and emotionally. (yes, that means YOU for giving me the motivation to start what is going to be a great thing) :)
I'm okay with college in California, but I think I'm feeling the East coast for grad school.
I'm excited to see where life takes me.
This summer is going to be fucking incredible.
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