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january: i was doing one of these. i was dating berb or something, i had poofy black hair.
february: i started hating berb or something. i started being good friends with kyle & everyone thought we were doin' it. i also started to get into hardcore or something. i remember hating it.
march: i'm not sure. i think i just hungout with kyle & i jumped on danielle's trampoline alot.
april: i think i started hanging out with aaron cale in april. maybe it was may. i was eating alot of pizza & getting really fat.
may: maybe i was hanging out with aaron. i'm pretty sure i was, i stopped doing all that hardcore stuff ( under aaron's influence i'm positive. ) i wrote that memior that's so important now. i cut all of my hair off.
june/july: summer months are the same. i started writing really shitty poems and stuff andddd by now i'd quit painting all together. all of my artistic ability pretty much halted. i did hangout with aaron alot, however. i "learned alot about myself" & i got a really dark tan. i lost like 30 lbs, my hairdresser gave me a fade. i hungout with my dad alot.
august: kyle got back from california & we went out to eat. i stopped dieting & just hungout. bandcamp started, then school, followed by depression.
september: i stopped hanging out after school since i saw everyone i liked in school anyway. i failed the first 6 weeks of geometry, i was doing okay in biology. i dyed my hair red.
october: i went to some shows with kyle, realized how much i hate hardcore shows, stopped going to shows. i started getting into photography. i forced myself to be creative, basically.
november: thanksgiving. i gained 10 pounds, atleast. my hair was growing & i had a kickass mullet goin' on, but my grandma said if i was going down to eat thanksgiving with her that i'd have to get my hair cut & dyed. it was short & brown. most awkward , lonely thanksgiving of my life. my dad & i started to really become bestfriends. he started calling me a "weird kid".
december: christmas and stuff. i don't really remember much about this month other than the 2 weeks i just spent with my dad, having a good time being poor & not having responsibilities.
it was great, i wish it hadn't ended.
now: i'm not having the best time with the new year. it's only 3 days into it & already i'm having these weird "breakdowns". i just start crying and i can't control it and it's like my body is breaking in half. i started to try to write again but it feels pretty pathetic. it's nice to listen to other people's problems, though. i've started taking real pictures again. i'm sick of my digital camera, plus i like holding the real pictures.
i wish something would stay for once, even if it's not completely tangible.
happy new year,
julia