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Dear Xanga Community and Close Friends,
I know its not like me to share my thoughts and emotions. However, I feel that I know most of you pretty well, except for those of you reading this who have no idea who I am. But actually, I think most of you probably have no idea who I am. No one does. I am complex. I am very complex. Sometimes... stay with me here... I like to ponder things just for the sake of pondering. I like to ponder things like... my belly. And poptarts. And also, my almost obscene attractiveness, and how it will be influenced when I go bald in 2 years.
Xanga Community, this is a safe haven for my thoughts, right? I can tell you anything, right? I hope so. It's not manly to cry, but I think this is the time, if there is a time, for me to shed tears. I think it is also time for me to bare my soul, since I cannot bare my body without being laughed at. *sigh*
There is something I have been struggling with since I was a young boy. I have an infatuation with Erik Matson. How can someone so small and angry be so beautiful?! God, WHY?! I feel like there is something within him... something raw... something making him capable of cracking at any moment. Oh, how I want to there when that happens!!! I can only imagine the beautiful things he is capable of. I would treasure our time together.
This leaves me in a precarious situation, because I also want to propose to my girlfriend. I finally worked up enough balls to ask her out, and things have been going well, except for the times when I cry and she slaps me. But Erik... I wouldn't mind if he slapped me. These two loves! I am torn! I am torn like Moppy John! It's difficult to know which one to follow. Both are so different but so wonderful. Does Erik love me? Does Annie love me? How can I even be sure? For that matter, how can anyone love me? I suck at everything, and I cheat at golf. I hate myself. This is all for now, Xanga Community and Closest Friends.
You stay classy. I am going to ponder Erik sleeping.
-Chadwick
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