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PeacefulSo I was reading over some of my past journal entries, from over a year ago, and I must say, I am an awesome person and I've had some fun times.
And the fun isn't over yet. < 3
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GamesThe door was hard to pull open. The heavy wood would swing smoothly for an adult, but my childish strength made me struggle. I had to pull and pull, and finally, my goal was realized. Slipping in and letting the door shut with a bang behind me was a highlight of my life, the pride of accomplishment making me tingle, my eyes wide to look for the next challenge. The wide room, spacious and light, was empty for a moment and I wondered if I was in the right place, at the correct time. My uncertainties were overwhelming, but before the tears could fully spill from my eyes, the door opened. This made me frown, for instead of the gentle,Games
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Conversation"One day, we won't have to live here anymore. We'll both be beautiful rockstars, and people all over the world will scream our names. We'll have money for Christmas and a nice car, and we'll help everyone here go to rehab or get off Welfare or whatever. We'll go to college and get degrees. We'll be pretty all our lives, instead of skinny to the point of nastiness with yellow faces and over-processed hair. We'll be dancers and entertainers, and best friends forever."Conversation
"It's a nice dream, but I'm sure it will never happen. You'll end up a whore on the streets of some other city, and I'll end up methed out and thin and sallow.
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Titleless"Don't get knocked up."Titleless
His words sting me as I walk out the door, trying not to hurl it violently back into it's frame. I try to walk from the porch coldly, with dignity and proper offense at his spite, but the cuff of my jeans has been shut in the door in my haste. I can't walk anywhere, and while my friends think it's a hilarious turn of events, I am mortified. I kick my leg forward with a lurch and a rip and a large piece of my jeans remains in the door, fragile white threads fluttering. It doesn't matter, as I look down at my jeans. They are torn up and paint stained, from a year of work and play. Holes in
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SometimesSometimes I think that he's in love with me. Maybe I'm just being a little radical, or jumping to conclusions, or setting myself up for a fall. It's just . . sometimes I'll catch him looking at me when I turn around abruptly to say something silly, or he'll sit down on the ground in front of me and play with my foot. Sometimes I'll be sitting down and he'll come up behind me and put his hands on the back of my chair. He'll lean over me, his longish, curly hair falling in his face and mine as I tilt my head back to stare up at him. Sometimes he'll be smiling when he does this, but sometimes he look at me so intensely. I get the feeling that ifSometimes
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