SHIT. I AM TIRED.

If you uhm. Care at all. Here are so NEW THINGS MUTHA- okay, I'm sorry.

NEW:
e-mail: caroline.lampinen@gmail.com
AIM: okaycaroline
el-jay: ca_roline

SO FUCK YOU. Do what you want with this information.

She almost forgot she was trying to be quiet.
You are the center of attention, keep talking.
Start talking.

Love you.
Love, me.

Pad-pad-padding of bare feet on the tennis court.
Remembering things is lame, that's why journals are thrown out or sent to other states, you know. Grow up, swear to God it will happen. Hey jealousy. End.

Still doubting, and nerves bubble over. Okay. Electronics.

She has friends, she swears.

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There is some new news, and that is that.

Living is something like smiling, which is something like hurting intentionally.
She has these notebooks and breathing in silence like it's oxygen.


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She'll just pretend you asked: Today is really happy. Taiki stepped over me to sit next to Drew. That felt great. Sat outside to read Frankenstein and heard fighting through the windows. Sat on the bed and wrote words. there is nothing in common. No common ground. Sheeee-it. There is nothing, there is nothing. Tomorrow I want to get ice cream in ( Read more... )

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Sorry, who's not interested? Oh. Stay hydrated. Read books. It's been cold all day. So we went swimming. Tomorrow looks like a big nap. Feels like cursing out loud, at the top of your lungs, and looking back. Turning completely around and taking a big ten minutes to stare at what's behind. Quit it. Grow up. It's a word called over and you've got to ( Read more... )

Work, eh. A graduation party and left the gift in the car on purpose. Boys say hello and assume caroline is twelve. She is. Lauren, the one that actually talks, keeping on the conversations. Lauren runs to say hi to Nick. "So you're the quiet one," says James. Then: "Tell me your life story." "I was born, and I grew up. The end."

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( This is Carly. )