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Friday, January 16, 2009

Why?

All I can think about when I'm sad is how I want to be a little kid again. When everything was made better with kisses, band aids and lollipops. I don't want to be a growing teenager whose suffered heart break, is graduating in a few years and whose had sex at thirteen. I feel as though I've grown up way too fast. It was fun to go outside from dawn to dusk exhausted every night from all the fun we had. Now all I do is lay on the couch and sleep, occasionally going on an outing with a friend. That's another thing about growing up when your little there's barely any drama and you could have as many friends as you wanted. As far as you were concerned everyone was a friend. The minimal drama happened over silly things like lies and little kid crushes. But no matter what, eventually everything was fine, because you'd make up and be beast friends again. No one held grudges, because no one wanted to be friendless for long. I feel so far away from all that now, already going through what felt like true love, physical attachments and drugs. DRUGS, drugs are not worth the trouble they cause. I remain what feels like so alone in life. In fact more alone then I felt when I was in 7th grade. Complaining about stupid things such as "how life was so hard" and "being the only single girl my age". I was really an idiot when I look back on my preteen years. I just want to slap myself, because of my moody puberty enduring bitchiness. And if it was possible I would, but since it is not I can't so I guess for now I'll just have to deal with my issues like this.

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The End.
8:40 PM

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I’m just a normal person just like any of you. I like to smile and laugh. Although the sad truth is I laugh at everything, including others pain sometimes. I hate drama, but cause it, because it makes life interesting. I have friends and inside jokes which even I myself forget sometimes. I’m one of those people who only accept as much love as I feel I deserve. I’m in love with someone, something I thought wasn’t possible. I’m a lover who only fights for love. I don’t have or want a label, so if you do label me. I listen with my heart and talk with my eyes. There are times when I understand everything, and nothing. My heart is easily broken, especially by people who judge me before getting to know me first. I hate cliques and stereotypes. I like to think deep into things, but sometimes I make quick decisions that are stupid. I’ll be here as long as you need me as a friend. When you no longer need me I’ll be someone hopefully you’ll remember fondly. I love everyone usually, unless your someone whose close minded and won’t accept others opinions. It’s nice to meet you.

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