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Ronnetje
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ronnetje schreef:
en ja ik ben er wel trots op maar dan weet ik nooit echt wat ik er mee moet doen dus. wil iemand het misschien lezen

Kirito
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Kirito schreef:
!!!!

Ronnetje
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ronnetje schreef:

Kirito schreef:
!!!!

wat is dat nou voor antwoord kut

Kirito
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ronnetje schreef:

Kirito schreef:
!!!!

wat is dat nou voor antwoord kut

!!!! = ja

Impedimenta
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Impedimenta schreef:
Ja sure! Ik hou zelf enorm veel van lezen en schrijven.

Ronnetje
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Kirito schreef:

ronnetje schreef:

Kirito schreef:
!!!!

wat is dat nou voor antwoord kut

!!!! = ja

oke oke overtuigend wacht een moment ik moet even de zoetsappige ontwijken en een goede vinden

Ronnetje
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ronnetje schreef:

Kirito schreef:

ronnetje schreef:
wat is dat nou voor antwoord kut

!!!! = ja

oke oke overtuigend wacht een moment ik moet even de zoetsappige ontwijken en een goede vinden

Oke ja ik weet niet waar de alinea's zijn die was ik te lui om te maken denk ik oeps

As the words left her mouth he wanted to hit her."I'm so stupid." No, not hit her. He would and could never intentionally hurt her. Push her maybe. Anything to show her that no, she wasn't, and why didn't she get that? He would do anything for her to get it into her head that she was the opposite, that she was the most brilliant person he'd ever encountered and that she could say anything no matter what and it wouldn't be stupid except that little sentence. That sentence was the only stupid thing that had ever left her mouth, because in a world where everyone aspired to be a part of the collective she always managed to find her own way and do her own thing and she excelled, and she prospered, and she was so good at being herself that he quite literally couldn't put his head around her thinking that and thinking it so hard and so loud that she would voice herself in such a way. He combed through his brain but couldn't find the words or even the emotions he felt at that moment and he literally couldn't think of anything else than how ironic and cruel this world was that the most intelligent person he'd ever had the pleasure of talking to didn't realize it. And the most terrifying thing to him was the fact that he understood why she felt that way, and he felt like he'd been enforcing it all the way through. It didn't matter to him whether everything she said was grammatically correct or whether she knew how the human intestines function. Things like that had never mattered to him but at that moment all the things he'd said to her flashed through his brain, and oh how he could hit himself. And he would, he would, except now was not the time. But how could he have done this to the person he loved? How could he have given her a feeling of inferiority without even taking notice? How could it have been that he could trace that comment back not to unjust classmates but only to himself and how he'd treated her? Didn't she get it that to him it didn't matter what her notes at school were and that that didn't matter to him at all? What did matter to him were the beautiful outlines she'd stuck on her wall that she'd been shy of none the less, and didn't she get that there was nothing as beautiful to him as someone like her who could be so open yet always had something he yet had to discover. He stared at her and all he could think was that he'd fucked up, and not slightly, no, he'd majorly fucked up. How could he heal this? How could he fix this mistake? Out of all the mistakes he'd ever made he'd never wanted to take anything back more than this. But all of that couldn't leave his mouth and he just rubbed her shoulder slightly and answered "don't say that".