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Vulnerable

I'm realizing: Those who have the ability to make me feel the best I've ever felt also have the ability to make me feel the worst I've ever felt.

Funny how that works eh... I dunno. Kinda obvious I guess. There's a lot of people like that in my life. And lately I kinda feel the shitty vibes from 'em. Not all of them of course. But a few.

That's what I am. Vulnerable and over sensitive. I get weird hunches for things. I feel too deeply. Some say it's a blessing. I feel like that sometimes. But usually it feels like a curse.

       I found this online. I like it.

ALSO... in later news.
I wiped out in meal hall today. In front of the whole football players table. In front of all my friends. In front of all of meal hall actually... It was embarrassing. I got ketchup all over my favorite shirt. 

It's really not that big of a deal. But for some reason it made me want to cry for an hour or so. I'm not sure why, it's confusing me. Normally I wouldn't really care. I dunno. 

I think I say I don't care what other people think and I think I come off a lot more confident and self-assured then I really am. I dunno, maybe I don't. Who knows. 



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