the backpages • 023
Rummaging furiously in that dusty box under my bed for old National Geographic magazines, I found my 3-year old journal instead.
It makes me laugh how much an idiot I was when I turned 13. And you won’t believe how much pages I wasted when I was crushing on some boy. It just made me laugh more when I realized he felt the same way too. (commits hara-kiri now)
But don’t you worry. The pages I wasted were made of recycled paper, so no trees were harmed in that event. ♥
There was some other dumb stuff in there too. Cooking recipes, which I remembered it resulted into my chicken turning in some nasty goo, but still tastes like chicken, there were chocolate-covered marshmallow wrappers crudely pasted on pages counting on how much marshmallows I can eat in a day and I had these notes on how I planned on being a monk, I would bound my chest and cut my hair short, spit and ride horses.
…OKAY. I HAD ENOUGH. I WANT TO BURN THIS STUPID THING AND FORGET ABOUT THAT STUPID PHASE I HAD WHEN I TURNED 13.
Oh God, what puberty do to people. =____=
&I fail on icons. The last one I submitted should be deleted permanently and never be used again. And I don’t understand why I’m submitting half-assed icons for battles. It’s not really a big deal when you look at it, but I feel like shit, I keep on half-assing a lot of stuff lately.
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And I’m a sore loser. >____>