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I'm proud of myself.
Very
Very
Very
Proud.

Know why?
'Cus now
I know
I don't give a crap about what-his-face.

Really.
No really.


Well not really...

But,
To an extent.
A
Very
Very
Very
Impressive extent.

Like for instance,
I don't feel as self-consious as I used to around him.
I don't think I need to prove myself to him anymore.

I mean don't get me wrong,
I still want him to use those fingers of his
And draw a pretty damn descriptive portrait of me,
Calling me his Mona Lisa,
But that's it.
And that's not saying a lot
'Cus I'll feel special if anyone drew me and called me Mona Lisa.

And,
I see how much of an ass he is.
Yes,
He is a cute ass,
And I'm not sure
If the ass part
Overweighs
The cute part
But I have a pretty sure guess.

You see,
He pulled out a condom at the lunch table today,
(You can't tell right now but I'm scoffing and snorting so damn hard)
And said he was gonna use it at some dance with Bitchface.
Oh!
Dammit,
I mean Jasmine!
Yea,
That's what I meant.

I couldn't hold back my laughs as I stole one of his corn chips from his tray.
To think,
He want's to use his little bendy straw
To squirt milk on some chick's cookie.

Mind you,
All I saw was
Like.
Not
Lust.

And,
He's just going around bragging like he's hot shit.

He's really just cold turd on a paper plate,
But a cute turd nontheless.

Hey,
What can I say?
I'm still a girl.