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[paddlecreek]

So, going back into the "before high school" box was quite interesting. i just read my first journal i wrote in seventh grade and frankly, i was quite stoopid, like, embarrassingly stoopid. i don't know, i didn't like to think or something. meh. it's all over, at least now i'm different, or am i.????? haha, it's ok if i'm still stoopid, just as

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[hairinmyface]

it's true that we were stupid and loud and outgoing, but that's the thing, we were concerned about the stupidest things like dances and gym class and the lunch menu. we didn't have a clue about real life and happiness or really anything except having friends and good times (or maybe it was just me). errr, think about what passed as good music for us too.

and i think its great that ms. duhon had us write those letters. it's like a music album you know? your true feelings and state of mind at that certain time. did you know that she got married to an irishman? her name's mrs. o'connor now. hah.

also, think about how much those people that we see in the hall have changed too. it's just like some of the people in french class that we don't like. a lot of them clash personalities, morals and priorities with us, so a lot of the time it's better to just keep your mouth shut and sit back. i'm not saying they're not friendly you know, but to hold a real friendship with some of them could really be difficult (true friendships are hard to find anyway). sometimes just a wave is enough. wow that sounded so antisocial, but you know? to force a relationship with someone just to rekindle the old emotions is hard and sometimes pointless. don't get me wrong, im not saying your idea is stupid, but you know, it can be really difficult.

[paddlecreek]

yeah i know what you mean. you know in my yearbook we wrote "yanno" like a million times? took me a while to figure out what it was supposed to be. well now i really want to go visit ms. duhon, or shall i say, ms. o'connor, doesn't matter if she'll remember me, i guess i just want to go back once more before i leave this place and it's too late to revisit. i know it's too ideal to get back together with old friends and actually talk and have fun reminiscing, but sometimes i just think if i really want to do it and i don't, i'll spend forever regretting not doing it. but then again, if it turns out bad i'll regret doing it. bah. i am almost certain though that in my 13-page letter to myself, i'll read a lot of things which i have no memory of anymore. so yea, i'm glad she made us record our "growing up" years in some way because you always think you'll remember what's important, but in actually, you won't at all.