So it's 2:20 in the morning

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It's 2:20 in the morning, and as usual, its a lull in conversation time. So here I sit, writing in this journal as a desperate attempt for my life to make sense, or for someone to understand or explain it to me. It seems no matter how much fun I have in a day, I keep coming back to the fact that life may never again be as I liked it, it may never

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first of all, damn ashely. where did you get so smart and articulate? :) secondly, i totally agree. my biggest fear, besides the fact that i need to do something about getting into college, is that the people who i am so close to right now, when i see them years from now, we wont even know what to say to eachother. sure there are those few people who you can not see for a good while, then you meet again and its like things just go back how they were, but those people are rare, and not all of us get them. and judging from the current directions of our lives, i think we are probably not even on the waiting list. third of all, i love you ashely :( dont be sad. or tired. or confused. well you can be tired if you want. i mean, thats okay. it is like early and you are manly enough to stay up to 2 am, whereas i myself, as i get on in years have found that i cant be that manly. ((please be somerset mom.. please be somerset queen..)) you will always havea permanant room (with a view) at the walms residence. and hey, maybe you can even come hang out with me and hurricain katrina. perhaps we will even invite tim stone and he can let us use his money to fight her. either way, the fact remains that no matter if it looks like "stevens" its still pronounced "griffin".. griffin avenue.