Okay, there’s this guy, named Clint A. He is soooo fine. Talk about a hunk. The only sad part is, he doesn’t even know me. He is Becca’s friend, from her play, which I saw today it was “Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.” It was really good.
You know what. I don’t know if I like any one any more. Because no one likes me. It is very depressing. When I go ice skating and to things like that with my friends, and there are some cute guys there and we ask them which one they like out of us, it is never me. I always convince myself that they like me some how, then I start to like them a lot, then they find out I like them, and they hate me. I wish if I like some one, they like me.
Beth
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