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[burneddreams]

i cant turn my emotions on and off. i have no idea how you do it so easily. i want this to be easy. i really really do.

so yay for another night of doing nothing but walking around royal oak with myself. and it all comes back to the honesty issue. everytime i put my faith in something it falls through. big or small. it doesnt matter. from hanging

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[_laurarose]

When you start to realize that without the social substance, there's no actual substance , that's when you know that maybe some people aren't the kind of friends you need in your life.

Not right now, at least. I feel that way all the time. And for some reason it always kicks in the second I get back home to Huntington Woods. Whether it's for the weekend or for break. It's just like, damn. Why does it feel like NOTHING'S changed? Oh, wait. Cause it hasn't.

That's why camp is such a release. That's why getting away from what you know and living somewhere else is so completely necessary. And we're so lucky to be going back and it's going to be unreal.

But uh. I'll be home tomorrow fsho. For good. : )

[burneddreams]

you are a queen laura. im so happy your coming home.

If you were my history teacher, I would come to class.

[sourjones89]

Mr. Goldsmith,

I know you can hardly wait to get away from it all and go off to camp.
But...we still have some unfinished business to take care of.
Dutch Door. Dutch Door. Dutch Door.
I do know the feeling of loosing touch with friends based on choosing to be in a sober state. And it's hard. But what's even harder is when you realize that at some point when you didn't have the same state of mind as your current you very well could have been one of those friends who lacked the skills of dialing.
I don't mean specifically "you", but hopefully you understand where I'm coming from.
I will definitely miss you while you are away for the summer.
You are a very key ingredient to a night filled with stories.
Dutch Door. Dutch Door. Dutch Door.
Lets make it happen.