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Jasmine de Torres

sphs, 16, january25th, basketball&volleyball are her life, juntos podemos et harumbi, gets by with a little help from her friends, God&Family ftw, purple is zee best, sunflowers too.

just the regular.

i can honestly say that i have never felt so alone.. no one to talk to right now. i felt so disappointed. especially tonight. i just told you the biggest secret that i've been keeping from you for 3 months, one of the biggest things thats been stressing me out since january. And what happens? the usual. no special treatment what so ever. i thought it would be different. just this once, but i guess i'm just getting my hopes up every time i think that you'll treat me good. it's not much of a big deal when it comes to me. right? bailing on the times when we get to see each other, even if it's just for 30 minutes, pretty much makes me feel even worse. i don't like feeling like this. you know what it feels like? it feels like that scene from love & basketball. when Q tells Monica that his dad was cheating on his mom, but she leaves him in his time of need just cause she had a curfew. i feel like that. and i never thought that you'd ever make me feel like that. ever.

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