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change your mind
i went to my first baseball game yesterday. i hated it. i hate baseball. yeah, i don't care if you say "oh, baseball is america's favorite pass-time" yeah, well, stick a knife in your throat. i guess i'm japanese. they started to play a pretty good song though. dirty little secret by all american rejects. then they started one of my least favorite songs by the killers. mr. bright side. then all the memories of 4 years ago came rushing to where they thought they belonged. god, i can't stand that song! i'd tell you the story behind it if i thought the world should know, but i don't. michael's the only one that would.................................. i miss michael.. i haven't seen or talked to him in a while. i hope he's okay. no emo thoughts or actions. cheese, i don't want to sound like a b***h, and i'm not trying to make him feel bad, but it always makes me so sad when the other side of him comes back out. the side that gives me fake smiles to try and convence me that he's okay is alot better than the blunt truth. but denial isn't that great i suppose. he wasn't always like this. i want to know what's making him like this so i can eliminate it. i don't care who or what it is. i'll kill it. i just want to see a real smile on his face. i just want him to be happy. i wish he would understand...
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