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Things have changed. I've grown tired to worrying about what others think of me. People can talk, but you can't break me down. As some of you know, I'm back on my anti-depressants and it's obvious to most that I've been needing them. I don't want to consider it a necesity to my happiness, but I've learned to accept that. I realize that what I have going for me now, is all I really need, for now anyways. I love my friends. I wish I could stay 16 forever.
This journal is exactly who I used to be, the old me.
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