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I look back on everything that has happened since the first day in August, and it makes me really sad:
1. Never went to see Jason again, after 8 months. I thought I was in love.
2. Losing Erik and Darius as friends. Erik is the string, and I am the yo-yo. He pulled me around, until one day I just fell off. Darius is just a follower.
3. Frank. Ugh. Damn wishful thinking.
4. Jaime. Don't ask. Sophisticated types aren't for me.
5. My dad breaking my <3. Never again.
6. Starting school. Stressing myself out. I think I'm doing it on purpose.
7. A guy who shall remain nameless hurting my feelings so bad, being drawn-and-quartered would have felt better.
8. Realizing I have a really sucky family. I thought were were way cool.
9. Watching myself fall apart. Feeling good about putting myself back together. Then letting myself fall apart again.
I know I am not one of those children that gets beat, or doesn't eat. Who is below the poverty line, disease-ridden, or mentally challenged. I believe I live well in my lower-middle class lifestyle. I do, however, think it is horrible that I am always pathetically "mopey." Good thing this is my journal, so I can say these things without being beated with heavy objects.
1. Never went to see Jason again, after 8 months. I thought I was in love.
2. Losing Erik and Darius as friends. Erik is the string, and I am the yo-yo. He pulled me around, until one day I just fell off. Darius is just a follower.
3. Frank. Ugh. Damn wishful thinking.
4. Jaime. Don't ask. Sophisticated types aren't for me.
5. My dad breaking my <3. Never again.
6. Starting school. Stressing myself out. I think I'm doing it on purpose.
7. A guy who shall remain nameless hurting my feelings so bad, being drawn-and-quartered would have felt better.
8. Realizing I have a really sucky family. I thought were were way cool.
9. Watching myself fall apart. Feeling good about putting myself back together. Then letting myself fall apart again.
I know I am not one of those children that gets beat, or doesn't eat. Who is below the poverty line, disease-ridden, or mentally challenged. I believe I live well in my lower-middle class lifestyle. I do, however, think it is horrible that I am always pathetically "mopey." Good thing this is my journal, so I can say these things without being beated with heavy objects.