Wow, i guess you can say that im kind of bad with keeping up with these things. but what does it matter? im writing now so..
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Im sitting here listening to jason mraz, which brings back memorys of california...some pretty good ones to. i miss kyle, shes the one who got me to listen to him. i remember the time that she took me to his concert. lol. that was a great night! thast when i first started listening to him. kyle got me to do a lot of new things. i miss her. she was my best friend out in california. anytime i write in this livejournal, it reminds me of kyle. shes the one who got me started on this thing. i cant wait till christmas till i can see her, i havent seen her or talked to her in so long (damned rehabs in freakin ohio) lol. she taught me so many things and i taought her everything right back. we had eachothers backs. kyle is muh gurl. lol. where would i be without her? who would i have come back as if i never met her? prolly some little preped out little freak.i cant wait till she gets out of the rehab to come visit me! YAY!
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I also realized that this livejournal always reminds me of california to. it doesnt matter if its a new entry or something, i jut look back at the times when i used to write in here or i jut think of the situations that i used to write in here. ugh, i miss kyle, she would always comment on these htings and always give me advise and stuff or laugh at something stupid that i would say..heh heh, nothings the same anymore
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Thats right, nothings the same anymore, so much has changed, people, places, things, friends, enemys, songs, storys, u name it, its changed. i always wish that i could go back in time to when i was totally clueless of how great things are outside of this ghetto little town or state. i hate it here. ur so confused on so many htigns out here. its lke the hormones of teens are worse out here for some reason. in california, i KNEW who i was and i KNEW who my rtrue friends were and i KNEW everythign that i neede to know and i never felt left out of anything and i was never jelous of anything. its like out there, with my friends and stuff, i was invinsable.nothing could touch me or hurt me unlessi let it get to me. usually i was untouched. hte things that i mainly cryed about was my family out there and my family and friends here in ny. ugh...i miss that out there. i miss always being financially secure and having a nice home and ALWAYS having food and always going shopping for new clothes all the time and getting pretty all the time becasue my aunt would take care of me. now its like im just blah now. its like all time has stopped. all good time that is. ugh.
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i had a dream last night, and its one that i woke up crying form....i hate my aunt...i really do, if u wanna find out what the dream was go to my other journal, my Xanga...which is...
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so long for now