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We werent exactly the "in" crowd. But we sure knew how to party.

He was goofy, giggly,and almost always high. But more important, always worried. But through that adorable face, I'd look into shit bags eyes and see how unbeleivably lonesome he was, how insignificant and how uncool he felt. This was unexceptable to me. I thought he was undeniably amazing. He was also talented. Although I had a boyfriend it always felt to me that schmoorgin's name did so describe my feelings for him perfectly and so upon meeting shit bad my daydreams where automatically sent through a whirlwind of true love and friendship. I simply needed to have him, and I did and still do.