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Originally Posted by Kira13
Ok theres this girl named Karin. Ever Since the 6th grade shes been trying to be my friend, so i was like what the hell, why not. Sadley i made her life a living hell and i got her to the point of suicide, now we are friends again...a few months ago she told me she was bisexual and i didnt really care ..as long as she knew i was straight and staying that way...the other day she told me that she was in love with me and all i did was go into a state of shock and then i laughed. and 5 min ago i relized that i some how attract *** people (anyone *** or bi if your reading this im really really sorry if what im putting if offending u) i mean Karin- BI, my friend Alex-***, Alex's Twin Brother Chris- BI, and then 6 of my friends on myspace are *** or bi, but the biggest question of this whole situation is WHAT IN THE HELL SHOULD I DO???? and who the heck would be in love with me????
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I can't believe you posted this anywhere!
And what made you think by posting this crap in emo, you'd get a response?
Looking for some kind of soulmate's shoulder to cry on?
No sympathy here kid...jog on!
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