well today i(sphmore) was at my sister's(senior) dance practice and also the cheerleaders dance at the same time as they do....well there is this one cheerleader an HB8(would be higher if she didnt do weed and shyt) but neway all the cheerleaders come into the cafiteria from the gym(they are connected to each other, with pixie glass {see through}) the HB8 aproches me and says hey whats up! and we start chatting...but thats besideds the point, becuase im past dicussing such things......basically we obviously talk and enjoy being around each other......o and by the way she has a bf.......well the cheerleaders are doing a pie eating contest, so she runs over there to participate...later on i see her again siting up on some mat..... so i jump up there and sit with her, we talk and talk, then all the cheerleaders leave, and we are still talking......then the cheerleader captain or whatevr(old lady) is like um HB can u leave because blah blah blah no reason at all.....ill tell u why.... because she was a white girl that was into a ****** that right i said it ima NEGRO and that old white womans a hating, blockin, bi
"You'll Never Feel READY to Walk Over"
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
blockers come in all differnt shapes and sizes
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