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Nov 18, 2006 21:41

I was just reading my journal (my real one not this one) and I read this one part, the last thing I wrote in California and it says this
This is the last time I will be writing from this bed in this room, in this house. It hasn't really hit me yet. I'm still very mixed up. I love California and I love Maine. I'm torn. Too many feelings. Emotions running away with me. It's really too bad that I can't leave my broken heart behind. I did not get a proper goodbye w/ anyone except Maggie, Jenny, and my uncle Matt. Everyone else is like "yeah we'll hang out before you leave." flakes.

It makes me laugh.
I miss California. Duh. I like it here though. I really do. I'm in a weird mood. I've decided I am going to think about the past, live in the present, and plan for the future. All at the same time. Like a healthy balance.
I read my whole journal. A lot of heavy stuff. I can't believe some things. I know I am better than a lot of what I put myself through... or rather didn't stop from happening. It's kind of akward. It makes me feel sick inside and it makes my face and the back on my neck feel hot.
I HATE BOYS SO MUCH!!!
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