Seeing the draft of the senior yearbook, it made me feel nostalgic. I remember when we were coming into grade nine, I’m not going to be all cheesy and say that it felt like a new beginning, a fresh start, but when we started grade nine things were radically different. First of all, Sheila, Andi, Jacqui, Heather and I were still a group. We still ( Read more... )

Fucking Jacqui. Who needs her? Who needs her drugged up ways? First Andi getting on her high horse (and probably pink too) telling me to change myself for my family then Jacqui calling me too emo. I'm not emo. I'm not some label you can slap on me ( Read more... )