| new AIM: xxhead trauma
new XANGA: click
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| New email.
why? Because.
DiSGUiSEMYCOOL@hotmail.com
So; I go to school. get my grades back My lowest grade so far in any
class is a 100. &we`ve had a lot of tests &quizzes and whatever
soo. I go to volleyball where I master my overhand serve.. that
could use some work. Come home; clean my binder; shower. homework.
Talked to Katy on the phone.. talked to Jake on the phone. &then
laid back to think for a while..
My friends are completely flawless; I adore them. <3
I want you to know; I`m tired of thinking about you. so tired..
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| &that`s what you get for falling again..
you can never get him out of your head</3
For some odd reason; this stuff is getting really confusing.
&as stupid as it seems.. it hurts.
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| errr-
i don`t want to talk about it.. </3
//edit.
Okay; i already have talked about it. &though all you had were good
intentions; talking about it didn`t really help. See; I`ve made a
conclusion that I`m never going to do what I just did. I`ll do what I
did before that, &fly right along with no feelings attatched. Because that`s how it fucking works. hah. It`s not like I care anymore.. &even if I did; I`m pretty sure I could pretend i don`t. Honestly; it`s not that hard..
&so I`ve had a busy week. More than half of it spent crying. The
other half spent talking to the only few people that can force a smile
out of me. &then yesterday we went to the beach. Devin; Kimberley;
Tristan &I. Jake was supposed to come but the nazi wouldn`t let him
soo. whatever. Devin &I got to meet the almighty Tristan.
&therefore I decided to have a good time. My studded belt is rusted &so I`m going later on to get a new one.. fun fun.
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| mhm.
yehhh; well friday &saturday was not cool..
&school is okay i guess.. gym is the best. hah.
i haven`t talked to someone in quite a while..
too bad i`d rather sit &wait; than call.
mmm; i`m such a loser.
ohhh well.. i don`t feel like typing or talking a lot;
so i`ll comment everyone else later.
&all this empty space that you create
does nothing for my flawless sense of style.
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