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alrighty, well.. that was fun while it lasted. I have come to the conclusion that only a handful of people in this world will ever REALLY understand me. Or at least have shown me the respect to try and figure me out. I'm going to say only 2 people truely understand me but that's mainly because they are a big part of who I am today. The rest of the forementioned handful love me for the person I've become and the person I'm trying to be and ya know what? That should be good enough. Should being the opportive word. I know I'm not going to make everyone happy... and I know that not everyone is going to like me. But goddamn it! I try.. I really fucking try. I don't mean to offend people. I don't take/give compliments well. I don't try to be fake, but I do compromise myself ALOT. I wish I could be impulsive and spontaneous. I wish people would understand that in everything and anything I say and do I have 1894573947 for doing them and they are all well intentioned. Sometimes I have alterior motives.. but who doesn't? But I would NEVER EVER EVER (god I wish I knew how to make this font bigger) EVER hurt someone intentionally. It's just not who I am. And that handful that I love so dearly knows that... and the bottom line is that's all that matters. Okay, so this journal entry makes no sense to anyone but me. That's okay... most of the things I think about don't. All my thoughts are spread out and ridiculously random. OKay, well. Goodnight!
~*Steffie*~
~*Steffie*~