The guy from India I was talking about...I found out that his name is Kashore. Weird name...Indian name...yeah. He called again last night...this time he asked me if I missed him...I said "yeah"...it's politeness...then he ended up telling me he loved me. WHAT??? He's probably 23 for all I know!!! ********!!!
So I told him I was with someone else.
He still wants to meet up with me. At my house[/].
He's seen my timetable. He knows what day I have off. He knows I'm all alone on that day. He knows I don't go out to do anything. He knows where I live. He knows all I have is one measely shrimpy younger brother there in the afternoons. He knows I'm not exactly the toughest girl around. All he'd have to do was take the day off, kill me, leave and let my brother come home to the blood-soaked body of his older raped sister.
But I could always bolt out the back door if i hear anyone trying to get in. Easy. Well I'm at T.A.F.E now and my breaks over. Bye you guys, prey for me...
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