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Hmmm...I was Madonna today, for the church harvest party, but my mom said I looked more like a hooker....my mom always knows what to say to make me feel better....
I just don't know whats going on with me...It's almost like I just don't care about anything anymore. I wake up in the morning and I don't ever wear make-up to school anymore...I wear sweatpants and sweatshirts everyday. It's really just hit me that I left my life in Manchester. I never get to see my friends. I don't have many new friends at all. I have Tara, and I don't know if she's always honest with me. We for some reason are having disagreements and they all revolve around guys. I hate fighting over guys, because in the end, I know they are nothing to me, just an occasional piece of ass. But I haven't cried 1 time since moving, and that is weird to me, because I really am not happy at all. I think it's just starting to hit me now, and my heart hurts.